Autobiography
Memoir | Machiavelli | Part VI of VI
My mentor’s advice to take on volunteer responsibilities while I was an office secretary for a director and desk officers paid off. When one of the desk officers was promoted, he offered me the position of his office secretary. With the approval of the Human Resources Division, I transitioned to his new office, known as the “Front Office,” where top executives worked. I was suddenly in a more prestigious setting, alongside our bureau’s other executive office secretaries who were often unfriendly and seemed to lack a strong work ethic. Thankfully, an advisor guided me in developing resilience to adapt to this new environment.
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The Cloud That Refused to Rain
A single dark cloud hovered over a drought-stricken village, trembling but refusing to break. People cursed it until they learned the truth: if it rained then, the cracked earth would shatter. So they softened the soil, and only then did the cloud let go. Sometimes restraint is the purest form of care.
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The Shadow That Refused to Follow
A woman noticed one morning that her shadow stood still while she walked away. It did not cling, did not mimic. Instead, it stretched toward the mountains as if seeking its own path. She chased it at first, terrified. But when she reached the mountain’s foot, her shadow embraced her gently, merging once more. She had learned: even darkness needs freedom sometimes.
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The Man Who Counted Sunsets
Every evening, he sat by the shore with a notebook, marking each sunset with a small circle. People mocked him—why count something that always returns? But he continued, observing the tiny differences in color, the angle of light, the emotion of the sky. One day a traveler asked him why he did it. He answered, “I don’t count sunsets—I count the versions of myself that watch them.” And as the sun dropped below the horizon, he realized he had become someone new again.
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Memoir | Newspapers | Part VI of VI
I was working with Paul Miller, a desk officer who asked me to be his office secretary in the new bureau where he was promoted to work at once. He moved swiftly to ensure that I was approved to work with him. The Department of Prominence’s Human Resources Office re-assigned me to move forward in my new position with Miller. In this bureau, I met several office secretaries.
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The Night the Stars Fell Silent. AI-Generated.
Mira had always believed that the universe spoke in light — in pulses, in echoes, in subtle vibrations that only telescopes and sensitive minds could understand. From childhood, she had felt connected to the night sky in a way that no one around her ever understood. While others saw stars, she saw patterns. While others saw darkness, she felt presence.
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The Wind That Stayed
For once, the wind chose not to go.
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