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Wise words from one of my favs đđ
âIs it an empty phrase? Choose joy, be positive? you might not be able to wish your troubles away. Instead, even in the darkest hours, you can choose to find the tiniest glimmer of joy. Grab that flicker and hold on. It might be a small thing, laughable even. And still it might be that tiny speck of nothingness that helps you, to wander on and find happier days.â
âLove is a decision. People often think love is a feeling. Being drunk of love, drifting, flowing, flittering away on a pink cloud. And when that first high vanishes, is love gone? It is your decision. The source of said love, are they worth to choose to love them? Once the pink veil has been lifted away, (oh how cruel of me? ) do you choose to truly love, or to flitter, flow away like that first wave of love that has gone?â
âAs a raindrop can undergo many different journeys. Just sinking into the earth, joining a river, vanishing into a lake or be bottled for a time, you also might undergo many changes. Do these changes help you find your true self, or are they turning you into someone new? I can not answer you that. Because in the end, the answer can only be found by you.â
âLove is not bound. You are not bound to love someone. Neither the one who bore you, nor the one who raised you. A plant can not be forced to grow when the environment is lacking. Love thy parents was never meant as an absolute. You are allowed to walk away. To seek those who let you grow, leaving behind them, who do not. Love is a gift and can not be demanded.â
âYou might fear the loss of love. I am not here to tell you differently. Fear, cry, be angry, for they are all companions of love. Summer and winter, after rain there will be sun. Change is part of life. No matter how dark the night, how hot the day is, how long stretch of winter, or the broken plains may seem. In the end, even the desert blooms.â
Good people arenât wealthy.
Let me make this clear here. Itâs actually impossible to hoard millions in personal fortune and also live an ethical life.
Some people are taking this as a personal attack against their families, who make something in the six figure range. This post is not about you. In full scale, families like that are not what Iâd consider to be âwealthyâ.
Iâm talking about the multi-millionaire/billionaire CEOs, politicians, and media moguls. This isnât about your uncle whoâs a surgeon and saves peopleâs lives. Please donât misinterpret that. Theyâre not nearly on the same scale of âwealthyâ.
But if your uncle is the head of a multinational corporation that utilizes cheap overseas labour and exploits third world countries, fuck that guy actually.
There are a small handful of people, fewer than 10, who own as much wealth as half the worldâs human population of over 7 billion.
With no exaggeration, these few people could give away almost all of their money, sell off almost everything else and give that away, and instantly double the quality of living of over 3.5 billion people, AND still be more wealthy than any of those 3.5 billion people, AND still be more wealthy than almost anyone else on Earth, AND still have all of the intangible wealth, social connections, and reputation that would allow them to quickly, if not instantly, acquire any amount of money they could ever need. If they didnât feel like giving it away, they could still hire half the people on Earth to work full time to do whatever job they had in mind, profit off their labor, and still pay a better wage than theyâre making now, which would make them more likely to live longer and want to maintain a better lifestyle, and thus buy more things, enriching the wealthy even more.
Wealthy people are so wealthy, they literally hold the fate of anyone and everyone else in their hands, but are too self-centered or unconcerned with the reality of ordinary people to actually put the power of that wealth to good use.
âSooner a camel will pass through the eye of a sewing needle, than a rich person goes to heavenâ
âLove was never meant to be tamed. As fire, wind and flowing water, love can be kind. As dark and rich soil, love bears fruit. Once you misuse the gift of love, try to turn and break it, Love will burn. A gently breeze turned into a hurricane. The waves of a once calm ocean, burrying endless stretches of land under them. Fruitfull fields turn barren, opening into the chasm of hell. Love is gentle- Love is fearsomeâ
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âLove was never meant to be trimmed. Like you do not cut the thorns from a wild rosebush. Neither the unripe fruits from an elderberry tree. Would you scythe the wheat before there are even grains? Do you cut the saplings when you intend to grow a forest? The thorns might prick you, and you get impatient, waiting for fruit. A field of wheat may look like pasture, and saplings like weed. As uncomfortable as it might be, be patient with yourself. Growâ
âLove is a fragile flower you say. Easily broken, torn apart by outside forces. Sometimes even crumbling through things unseen. You look at a single flower and overlook the tree, the pasture full of blooming colours. Love is not a single flower. You are the tree, you are the forest, and the field. Flourish.â
âLove is as vast as the ocean, and may frighten you like the stormy sea. Let me tell you. Even the birds sailing over the endless waters, and the fishes traveling in the depths, do sometimes fear that what is natural to them. Love is your nature, so take flight, dare to dive.â
âRoar, because once time ends, the only things you truly regret, are the ones where you saw injustice being done. And did nothing, despite being able toâ
âThey think love canât change the world. That it is barely more than a drop of water to an allconsuming wildfire. They tend to forget that the Rage of God once was many single drops of water, turning into a flood that overtook the landsâ
"You know Chamuel, we could make a pretty good team. I can make people beautiful and you can put love in their hearts. The world will be such a better place, no?" ~{pulchritudinem-dei}
Chamuel was sitting inthe center of his rooftop garden.
Even angels needed a place to relax, andfor them it was this little oasis of nature in the middle of  thecity...where they tried to meditate until one of their 'siblings'disturbed the peace.âWith your wisdom and understanding,you surely know that beauty is all but fleeting for humans.â theangel sighed, blinking their eyes open. âSo I assume you meanethereal beauty, as also unwavering love. Or are you asking for areason, has someone taken your fancy and you now try to makematchmaker and need my help?âThey tutted at their siblingâYou can't leave the humans be, can you? You want to directlyinterfer, not just spreading stardust out of the shadows, am I guessingright?â
Human: So uh-... you are the archangel Michael?
Michael: Yes! And I am here to teach you our Lord's law of love and respect. àŹ(à©Ëá”Ë)à©* à©â©â§âË
Human: I... expected you to be taller.
Michael: àŹ(ăàČ çàČ )ăćœĄâ»ââ»