WRITING
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Why is it important to have a belief system? Discover how personal values, philosophy, or faith can keep you grounded during life’s toughest moments.
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An awkward class moment led to a life lesson about wisdom, reflection, and the importance of staying grounded—even when others laugh.
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There was once a girl who kept a chair open at her table.A seat that stayed untouched, season after season,through evenings and early morning sunrises. She didn’t call it waiting—not out loud.For almost a year, she kept a candle burning in the window.silently wishing that whatever it was she was clinging to—A voice, an emotion,
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I once received a meme from someone that read,“Life is suffering.” Initially, I chuckled. “Does it have to be?” was my first thought.It had a gloomy, somewhat dramatic, sound. Like something you’d say when things aren’t going your way. Months later, nonetheless, I heard a podcast—Dr. Anna Lembke on The Diary of a CEO. She
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She wasn’t perfect. She knew that in the first place— Especially attractive, or the most intelligent person in the room. She wasn’t the type—the kind of woman who effortlessly warms the room, who always has the right words at the right moment, and who walks in and brightens everything. Those who make love seem effortless.
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On the corner of a peaceful street sits a little cafe, the kind of place where time stands still and the aroma of roasted coffee and unsaid words fills the air. People go there to reflect, to wait, to remember. She sit down by the window and trace absent patterns on the wooden table with
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I saw Fleabag over the weekend at last. After what seemed like endless search, I discovered it on Prime Video and watched the full series straight through. Although it came out years ago, it couldn’t have arrived at a better moment in my life. Although it’s a dark comedy, its honest raw emotional quality stays
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There’s something about the way in which we go back to the people who have caused us pain. We assure ourselves it’s because of love, because of history, because of how they used to make us feel. We reassure ourselves that the sight of them reminds us we can still feel things so deeply. What
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There was a girl who built a house with love. She made the foundation with patience, brick by brick, molding it with laughter and late-night talks. She constructed the walls sturdy with trust, painted them with love, filled the hollows with dreams of eternities. And then one day, he entered. He didn’t knock—he just walked
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Once upon a time, there was a lighthouse that stood tall on the cliffs, its light shining bright, steady, unwavering. It had stood there for as long as it could remember, built from kindness, love, and the quiet strength of something that had weathered many storms. Its purpose was simple—to guide lost travelers home, to
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