Despite the darkness pierced by the wheels, the unseen horizon remains the train's fuel. The lesson is not in the speed of our arrival, but in our ability to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Every stop is an opportunity to rearrange our belongings and intentions, and every whistle is a declaration of a new, broader beginning. As long as the movement continues, there is always room to plant a seed of hope.
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Mo,Ghandour
1. "A lifetime journey demanding much love and minimal ego.
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Faces change.
It is not things that age, but our perception of them. Time does not change walls, but it changes the meaning of standing before them. How many goals that were once lofty are now merely dry wells? We discover too late that our most precious possessions are the empty spaces we left for wonder. And when we turn around, we see that what we thought was a burden on our shoulders was, in reality, wings we never dared to spread.
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