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searching peace has always steered me into writing -

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Technology Interweaves My Reality

My days come in usuality, with zero conformity to certainties or set dynamics. It is true enough that I live by the contemporary truth that holds me steady and functioning — in any potential instance that may occur. Technology plays a vital role in my everyday existence from the concurrence of my interconnected routines at home, university, social, or other societal means. 

From the initiation of the day, I am equipped with the reasonable need to access technology first hand. Understanding that it embodies a central advantage in expanding communication and enhancing connection, I find it efficient to make use of it in the extent that it would resonate with my goals, and it would assist me in meeting ends with other of my responsibilities. 

Following the continuity of hours, I get in touch with the multitude of technological representations like the media and devices. The roles of such are hand-in-hand with the shaping of the community, outstanding factors that may subsequently affect cultural imperialism. As part of the youth and a bigger voice for the young, this is vital as it serves as a subset for the effective immersion of all interdisciplinary dealing with various global circumstances augmenting the locus of knowledge and the entrenchment of essentialism across the pursuit of promoting peace and effective intersubjectivity.

Hence, each day I spend it with technology present. From checking my mobile phone first thing in the morning to watching morning news and other multimedia arts and shows from the digital flatscreen televisions to utilizing applications like YouTube and TikTok in searching for food ingredients and cooking tutorials, not to mention the ample opportunities that the technology provides.

Technology, as an aspect in the day, may seem grounded but broad; it arises from the continuously emerging significance of applying scientific knowledge for practical purposes. Nevertheless, as it encompasses the straightforwardness of its use, it becomes an omnipotent element in my daily life that has taken impacts of a multitude of reasons and purposes in line with my personal objective to constantly develop.

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"Success is not final; failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts" -Winston S. Churchill

Life just never always lies in the solemn rippling of waves; nor shall there be a peak in every journey; or gauge the certainty of success perpetually. Because life's an account of clueless tomorrows with the bits of lone souls driven by their nature of apprehensiveness. And that's okay, that's normal. What always matters will be the subsequent course of action: would you cease to continue, or keep breaking through?

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Fostering Life through the Urges of Circumstances.

Many would refer to me as a person enthusiastic for upholding equity, equality, and service for others; an ample number of people may regard me as someone who enjoys spontaneity, sensical thoughts, or rhetorical visions—or at least those that have delved deeply to my within, throughs, and exhibits. A name so profoundly distinct gauge me to believe that I am indubitable and like no other—I am stringent to my processes and remain critically relevant to my wit and grace, as furthered by my intent to go beyond my surfaced exploration. Yet, as my early childhood, adolescence, and adulthood kept in captive of my facts interwoven to my concept of how life is proven uneasy, unfair, and sometimes, imprudent, as well as through all these categorization intertwined with optimism transpires my unequivocally perceptive mind to proving there would be a gem in the secrecy of one's joint hermeneutical phenomenon.

As the trace of time continued to develop, it had felt suffocating living in an environment overrun by the youth circling the structures of fountains, playgrounds, and schools under the care of both a mother and what they pertain to as 'father.' That is the sad reality of mine: to never experience genuine affection of a man from birth to several periods of life; to never actually speak about it nor feel what others claim to be their 'first man' to prove to them what is 'true love.' It is sad to long for a moment I could barely remember. And it is heart-wrenching to grow fond of writing and be driven by the desire to write about a subject I have never even known from the depth of memories and time. Nevertheless, in spite of not having a father that supported me as I furthered to life, I remain beholden to fate, the universe, and Him for having a mother who had flawlessly delivered us the bit of a position of a masculine figure and rendered all her capabilities to provide me and my siblings with the crucial that a patriarch in the family must instigate.

In lieu of this, as I am situated in an exact locus where others reckon my life unparalleled to the joy of theirs--it was when I knew I had to fight and be built stronger from the internal. I have lived it exceedingly profound and cheery, with morals I acquire from my mother and the significant wonders of life. Hence, I am astounded by multiple personalities that those I love ought to be empowering and positive of me. I was raised respectful; in propriety; sincere and capable, moreover, I know how to detach from distress and tangle my being in solace.

Along with my life expeditions correspond my extreme experiences upon my individualistic growth. With a culturally diverse integration of differential considerations and acquisitions of information, customs, and conventions, the missing piece in me have been concealed with knowledge, determination, and dream to persist regardless of being emotionally incomplete. This means to be introduced in a geographic elsewhere I am greatest to live to, where growth can only be seen so distinctly; and substance could have been grasped easily by existence. To have met my group of people, be flustered with love, and get administered to the broader introspection of progressive thinking and capacities, it is valid to may have feel partial; but it shall not end there, when endings are unreal.