on rubble we stand, hands reaching toward stars yet to be born; so many different dreams, but do we not crave the same thing in the end? we act as though life is a contest, even though it isn't - greed and possessiveness engulf us; we fuel ourselves with the toxic mindset that the more we have of everything, the more we achieve with our lives. we do not realise the road is wide enough for everyone and that the moon casts light for all of us ... you do not need to step on others to lift yourself up; simply rise on your own, reach out to those who struggle, and ascend together.
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you are your own self: you are not a puppet on strings, nor a mere shadow hanging by their feet; do not fear solitude, do not shield yourself from your light. dare to journey on your own, and leave your comfort circle to explore life better. propel forward in the direction you desire to go, even when the wind pushes against your wings. harvest your energy from love, not hate ... your dreams are the sky and you should allow yourself to soar as high as you can.
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on your path toward ultimacy, you will meet people who will encourage you, and people who will try to grasp your ankles and bring you down. be gentle: especially with the broken souls on this planet; do not let them fool you into giving up or altering your path against your will - continue to rise ... we are all kites in becoming. let us not cut each other down, but ride the wind in harmony.
