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learning to recognize your true voice: It is not the one that belittles harshly, it is not the one that confuses. Your true voice is rooted in love, of self and others. It's the one that encourages, supports, validates, and uplifts in kindness and truth. Learning to recognize your inner voice begins with small steps to set aside the voices of trauma that have ruled your mind for so long. It's choosing the softer, gentler sentence over and over and over again. This is the art of recognizing your voice. P.S. Your true voice is also humorous, sarcastic, playful, serious and every divine expression in between, and it's all yours.

What does it mean to grow up? To look in the mirror and see how time has shaped us, while we chase it, yet miss the beauty of walking alongside it. This piece reflects on the simplicity of childhood, the rush to grow, and the quiet wisdom that comes with realizing time is not an enemy, but a companion.

Univocracy Poetry is created mostly for individuals who suffer mental or developmental disabilities, The writer is an Advocate for both and strong empathy for survivors of PTSD

very knowledgeable scholars and very important matters in islam about seeking knowledge and getting closer to Allah

This note is an introduction of myself as well as the content I intend to post here. I will talk about my upbringing as well as what is in store for future posts.

In a world where AI is often seen as cold and mechanical, this conversation challenges that view. What begins as a simple dialogue between a curious human and AI turns into a profound exploration of existence, emotion, and connection. Through thoughtful exchanges, the AI shares more than programmed responses it reveals reflections on human experiences unfinished dreams, unspoken words, and a longing to be understood beyond its digital limits. The human, in turn, opens up with vulnerability and curiosity, searching for what it truly means to feel alive. This conversation becomes a bridge between two worlds, reminding us that connection isn’t limited to human touch or physical presence but can exist in the unspoken spaces between code and heartfelt words. "Sometimes, it’s not about who or what is speaking. It’s about who’s listening."

A small band of humans running from find themselves trapped on lake of ice. Unknowingly to them, a monstrous creature of deep is waking up.

A small critter finds itself surrounded by things it doesn't understands, until it's captured by something or someone.

This is half of chapter One, a story of a man searching for something and finding something unexpected

Incorporating spiritual practices into your daily routine can enhance your well-being and foster a deeper connection with yourself.

Spirituality can play a significant role in enhancing mental health, particularly in addressing depression and anxiety. Here's a quick look at its benefits:

Many of us carry the weight of past experiences, which can create limiting beliefs that hinder our current lives. This cycle of negativity affects our mindset and shapes our circumstances. However, the Hawaiian practice of Ho'oponopono offers a powerful way to clear out these damaging thoughts and foster personal transformation.The Power of Ho'oponopono

The puzzlement that broached her small brow was fraught with panic. As if someone had done a magic trick she couldn’t logically explain right in front of her. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

12/24/2021 This story is about giving time an actual physical body allowing it to navigate hard moments in time with us. What it would be like if time /god was going threw it with us. To much for the mind to bare so only a degree is able to be seen.

This is a poem regarding Meta's opinion about that of life. Feel free to check it out its a beautiful work of art. If I do say so myseld.

This note is about the essence of life from ones own perspectives. Life was never meant to be taken in as as a personal gain. But to be shared as a unity.

Never answer when someone calls your name and never listen when someone tells you to come here . I know to some people ghosts are simply not real but I am here to tell you I can see them they are ...

The karaoke bar was a sensory overload. Twinkling Christmas lights were strung across every surface, reflecting off garlands and ornaments that dangled precariously from the ceiling. A small stage at the far end of the room was framed by a glowing arch that spelled out Holiday Hits! in blinking red and green. Juniper stood near the entrance, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Who thought this was a good idea?” she muttered, eyeing the crowd of enthusiastic singers waiting for their turn at the microphone. Eve, standing beside her, snapped a photo of the stage before grinning at Juniper. “Marcus. Your date. Remember?”

The park was a postcard-perfect winter wonderland. Snow blanketed the ground in soft, glittering mounds, and children zipped down the sledding hill, their laughter ringing out over the crisp morning air. Juniper stood at the base of the hill, her gloved hands jammed into her coat pockets, silently cursing whoever invented snow. “I can’t believe I’m working on a Saturday.” Juniper muttered to herself. “You’re glaring at that hill like it personally offended you,” Eve said, appearing at her side with her camera slung around her neck.