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Don't lose yourself trying to chase on things that will make you miss out on having meaningful social circles and living life itself. We often jump on short-term niceties that whip us towards impactful lividness; actions that leave scars visible for a long while, some even for the remainder of life itself.

He has questioned himself for quite a while now. As it turns out, not everything that he'd wished for has happened to him. There's good to life, but to him living it, has been the greatest undoing of his personality.
He's had to let go, of some of his innate traits, and embraced fresh ones. 

There's a bit of grace with each rising day, where rays of sunshine light up darker days, where cold breeze washes away hot humid feels of life. Rising tides, that washes ashore beautiful shells and rewrites footprints over the sand. It exemplifies renewal; a reset of time itself, to bring forth new things. There is faith where the heart yearns; peace where joy lies. 

A story is told of a frog, that dropped off a fishing ship in the middle of the sea. Everywhere he looked, there was no land to take a rest on. Wakes came in, padding through the tides, but to no avail. He soon grew weary, and let the will of the oceans drag him to whatever end it could. But then, alas! He was caught in a fishing net and woke up to a steady warmth of the sun shining over the open seas, bathing everything with its warmth. The backdrop of this little blurb is to pass across a message of hope. There is always light at the end of the tunnel. 

There are times, clouds seem darker than usual; the distant crackle of a heavy storm, bearing down on us when we are going about our daily efforts to survive. These are the times we wrap up warm, settle down before a crackling chimney with a hot cup of cocoa steaming on the mantle; soft Beethoven serenading the welcoming room as the veracious mayhem goes on outside. We got to hold on, even for a little longer. For a peaceful heart finds space to accept others and what the world bestows on us.

Grace is sufficient, will is given - Open up, accept and find peace. 

Memoir #10. So it begins. 



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