Expression par essai et dissertation
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Il n'y a qu'un moyen pour accéder à son élévation personnelle ; le recul et la remise en question de soi et de ses idées, car en effet, comme il a été mentionné si justement par Mahatma Gandhi, "sois le changement que tu veux voir en ce monde".
Trouvez en ces mots la rédaction de mes convictions les plus profondes et entières sur le sens de nos vies, des pensées existentielles pour tenter de s'élever. Défendez-vous les mêmes points de vue ? je vous invite à me partager vos avis également, vos accords et vos désaccords... Remettons-nous ensemble en question !
Cette lecture peut éventuellement aider aussi les étudiants, pour leurs écritures personnelles... puissent mes écris apporter un peu de lumière à autrui !
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