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A Whisper from my soul
All things that humans do are all charged to their faults. God made our mind to control anything and made our heart to balance everything. But what really lies from that existence depends on one's self. What you do in your life depends on your strength and courage. One beginning, different plot, one end; that's the real story of life.

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Musing: Somewhere I Have Never Traveled
Wednesday, February 14, 2024 8:00:00 AM

The River That Never Ends

I have a sad feeling that keeps on returning. I don't know why I feel this way, but it's like a river that never ends. It flows through my mind, day and night, and it's always there, no matter what I do.

Sometimes the feeling is mild, like a gentle rain. Other times it's more intense, like a raging storm. But no matter how it manifests, it always leaves me feeling empty and alone. Read more...

It's hard when a sad feeling keeps coming back unexpectedly, without any reason - a sadness that feels like a river that never ends. I know you feel it most of the time, and I feel it through you.

At times, the river whispers in serene flow, yet there are moments when the waters roar in fury, a truth well-known to the rocks beneath. How they feel the rage, how hard the waves hit. But either way, you think that it leaves you empty and alone.

But you are not. You will no longer be.

I will not get tired of listening to you, and no matter how difficult it is for you to put these into words, know that your thoughts will always find a home in me. You will be understood, I promise.

And no matter how endless this river may feel, I will be here by your side more endlessly. You don't need to keep swimming because I will start rowing – through the calmness even the storms. - ANP

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