freedom
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The Fear of Failure and the Fear of Security
It is the fear of failure that keeps us away from success. And it is the fear of security that keeps us away from freedom. We often talk about courage as the ability to face the unknown, but rarely do we realize that what stops us most in life is not the lack of opportunity—it Continue reading
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Freedom Begins After No
John D. Rockefeller once observed that those who spend their entire day working rarely find time to truly make money. Warren Buffett echoed this truth decades later, warning that without creating income streams that flow while you sleep, you’ll end up working until the end of your life. Both point toward a reality many of Continue reading
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Between Walls and Wings
Freedom. We speak of it as if it is a single, solid thing—one unbroken ray of light. But in truth, it is a spectrum, refracted by who we are, where we stand, and what we dare to see. For some, freedom is political—a voice unshackled, a vote cast without fear, a street walked without the Continue reading
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I Am A Rebel: Embracing My Journey
Life has a strange way of teaching us who we really are. As I walk through my own journey, I have come to embrace a simple truth: I am a rebel. I am a rebel because I choose freedom. When there are no rules to bind me, I feel truly alive — free from all Continue reading
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What Life Has Taught Me: 10 Truths
Life is a journey filled with challenges, discoveries and opportunities. Along the way, we gather wisdom that shapes our perspective. Here are ten key lessons I’ve learned from my life’s experiences and want to share with you today: In the end, life is too long to waste on mere existence. Live boldly, love fearlessly and Continue reading
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The Freedom of Being a Jasmine
WHITE JASMINEAnother bud has bloomed,With another hope.Another hope has sprouted,After another betrayal.I’m not a rose,Nor do I pretend to be.I’m just a white flower—No great beauty, no great scent.But do you knowWhat it means to be a jasmine?It frees you from the burdenOf pretending to be a rose. Of all the poems I’ve written, White Continue reading
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