I always seem to jump back and forth between trying to be a religious person and being garbage
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I always seem to jump back and forth between trying to be a religious person and being garbage
One of the prettiest moments in winter is when the sun starts to come out again in like february/march but it’s still cold but that doesn’t matter because everything feels light and fresh and you walk outside without freezing because the sunshine is warming your face and everything is starting to wake up
Advice me
Let go of the idea that things could have gone any other way. The way it happened is the only way it could have gone. It was planned by Allah before you even existed. It was decreed. It went the way it was supposed to go. Let go of any regrets of the outcome. You are exactly where you are meant to be right now. Instead of regretting, learn the lesson you are supposed to learn, make tawbah, and praise Allah. You will always get stronger when you seek strength through Allah.
And also, make sure you always check and re-check your aqeedah.
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