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The summer season is my favourite season. The sun’s rays illuminate the brightest throughout the day, and the sky is a crystal clear blue. Butterflies and bees extract nectar as they rest on red roses in the gardens. The sun beaming makes everything in nature comes alive in variety of vibrant colours. The gentle unseen
So far this year, I have spent most of my time speaking to God and creating art by writing poems to escape this current reality. I do have friends, but as I grow older, my circle of friends becomes smaller. Most of my time these days is spent increasing my knowledge and expanding my world
Rich Dad Poor Dad This book taught me about the financial economy and how money truly works in circulation. Robert Kiyosaki explains how his poor dad taught him to earn money the traditional way (go to school, college, university, graduate, and find work—money comes in). His rich dad taught him to understand money, meaning to
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The summer season is my favourite season. The sun’s rays illuminate the brightest throughout the day, and the sky is a crystal clear blue. Butterflies and bees extract nectar as they rest on red roses in the gardens. The sun beaming makes everything in nature comes alive in variety of vibrant colours. The gentle unseen
So far this year, I have spent most of my time speaking to God and creating art by writing poems to escape this current reality. I do have friends, but as I grow older, my circle of friends becomes smaller. Most of my time these days is spent increasing my knowledge and expanding my world
Rich Dad Poor Dad This book taught me about the financial economy and how money truly works in circulation. Robert Kiyosaki explains how his poor dad taught him to earn money the traditional way (go to school, college, university, graduate, and find work—money comes in). His rich dad taught him to understand money, meaning to
The Quiet Triumph of the authentic youth In certain corners of the world, virtue is punished before it is ever rewarded. To be young, sharp-minded, and clean-handed is to invite contempt. The clever boy who reads instead of robbing, the girl who dreams in metaphors instead of carrying a blade—these are branded as inauthentic, as outsiders to “real” life. Purity becomes a stain; a blank criminal record, a mark of shame. In the economy of the streets, innocence has no currency. Only spilled blood buys respect. This inversion of values is not new. Societies have always had their rites of passage, their sacrificial altars. What changes is the idol on the altar. Where once we demanded the young prove themselves through courage, discipline, or creation, some subcultures now demand proof through destruction—preferably of someone else, but of the self if necessary. To refuse that offering is to be cast out as “uncool,” as someone who has not truly lived.Yet the poem reminds us of a colder truth: the grave is the great equalizer, and it does not negotiate. The villainous youth who chased the dragon of reputation often find it first—six feet deep before the story has properly begun. Their names become cautionary tales whispered by the next generation, fairy tales with real corpses. Meanwhile, the ones who were mocked for keeping their hands clean, for defining life through “the void and darkest weather” without adding to the darkness—they endure. Quietly. Uncelebrated. Alive.There is a deep philosophical irony here. The path that promises immediate belonging, adrenaline, and mythic status leads most reliably to oblivion. The path that offers only the cold shoulder in the present grants the only thing that ultimately matters: a future. Authenticity, it turns out, is not measured by how loudly the crowd cheers in your twenties, but by whether you are still breathing in your thirties to tell a different story.The authentic youth prevail not because destiny favors them, not because some cosmic justice intervenes, but because they refuse to trade the infinite possibilities of a long life for the fleeting applause of a culture already burning itself out. In the end, the ones who seemed most alive were only hurrying toward death. The ones dismissed as mediocre inherited the only victory that cannot be taken away: tomorrow.
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The summer season is my favourite season. The sun’s rays illuminate the brightest throughout the day, and the sky is a crystal clear blue. Butterflies and bees extract nectar as they rest on red roses in the gardens. The sun beaming makes everything in nature comes alive in variety of vibrant colours. The gentle unseen
So far this year, I have spent most of my time speaking to God and creating art by writing poems to escape this current reality. I do have friends, but as I grow older, my circle of friends becomes smaller. Most of my time these days is spent increasing my knowledge and expanding my world
Rich Dad Poor Dad This book taught me about the financial economy and how money truly works in circulation. Robert Kiyosaki explains how his poor dad taught him to earn money the traditional way (go to school, college, university, graduate, and find work—money comes in). His rich dad taught him to understand money, meaning to
The summer season is my favourite season. The sun’s rays illuminate the brightest throughout the day, and the sky is a crystal clear blue. Butterflies and bees extract nectar as they rest on red roses in the gardens. The sun beaming makes everything in nature comes alive in variety of vibrant colours. The gentle unseen
So far this year, I have spent most of my time speaking to God and creating art by writing poems to escape this current reality. I do have friends, but as I grow older, my circle of friends becomes smaller. Most of my time these days is spent increasing my knowledge and expanding my world
Rich Dad Poor Dad This book taught me about the financial economy and how money truly works in circulation. Robert Kiyosaki explains how his poor dad taught him to earn money the traditional way (go to school, college, university, graduate, and find work—money comes in). His rich dad taught him to understand money, meaning to
The summer season is my favourite season. The sun’s rays illuminate the brightest throughout the day, and the sky is a crystal clear blue. Butterflies and bees extract nectar as they rest on red roses in the gardens. The sun beaming makes everything in nature comes alive in variety of vibrant colours. The gentle unseen
So far this year, I have spent most of my time speaking to God and creating art by writing poems to escape this current reality. I do have friends, but as I grow older, my circle of friends becomes smaller. Most of my time these days is spent increasing my knowledge and expanding my world
Rich Dad Poor Dad This book taught me about the financial economy and how money truly works in circulation. Robert Kiyosaki explains how his poor dad taught him to earn money the traditional way (go to school, college, university, graduate, and find work—money comes in). His rich dad taught him to understand money, meaning to