Real Life Account of Surviving

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Here’s the real life account of surviving. It’s not staged with theme music or applause.

The greatest achievements and miracles happen alone in private, even though society is in love with the spotlight and disbelieves any value that isn’t bought by the crowd. One day, I’d like applause too, but I don’t want to abandon my soul’s gold to get it. So I stay in the dappled shade by the trees, along with my miracles and meaningfulness and divine love.

It’s their eyes, I try to remember, that don’t know how to adjust beyond the spotlight so they can actually see. We’re blessed when we know we are, not when someone else agrees.


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