Hope is not a magic wand waving in the air, but a courageous inner decision to refuse to be extinguished. It is a seed planted in the soil of doubt and watered with the certainty that tomorrow will be unlike today. True hope lies in seeing the light within the cavern of the soul, not in waiting for the sun to rise from the outside. And when a person speaks of hope, they are not lying to their reality, but rather reshaping the future in the language of possibility.
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Mo,Ghandour
1. "A lifetime journey demanding much love and minimal ego.
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The Rock of Burden and the Horizon
The past is not a rock we drag, but a bridge we have crossed, teaching us the weight of our next steps. The burden lies not in the events themselves, but in our clinging to the illusion of returning to them. True light does not come from denying yesterday, but from accepting the storms we weathered as beacons. And when we look back, we find that every stumble was a cornerstone for a more expansive future, and that the dawn of tomorrow is born only when we free our hands from the remnants of yesterday.
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