POWER OF WORDS
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There is ART & self work, to be conscious of our own words in this world

Yet, Observe the quiet language of actions, where true intentions are whispered in every step taken.

Words may weave intricate tales, gilded with charm & eloquence, but it is in the steady rhythm of what one does that their essence is revealed

Actions are the silent pulse of the heart, the unspoken vows, the unguarded truths

They rise like the dawn, unbidden & undeniable, while words may fade like the fleeting twilight

Trust what you see, the patterns etched in the fabric of daily life, for they are the honest storytellers, weaving narratives that words could never fully capture

In this, you’ll find clarity, & never be deceived by the illusion of empty promises (oh lord, I despise promises)

It is almost hardcore for me, as a person who loves to express myself by words what I feel, to remain alerted about what people try to convince me about or convince themselves with actual lies

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