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Some nights I wish I could go back in life. Not to change s**t, just to feel a couple things twice"

- Drake

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"Talent opens the door, but hard work breaks it down when it's locked. I wasn’t born gifted—but I made every scar, every drop of sweat, and every fall count. So while talent waits for the right moment, I create mine."

Rock Lee

STAR GRACE GLOW

This week would bring in money from all sides!

Let this week bring blessings. Ise 🙏🏼

"Soul Mate who was never meant to be"

Driving home from the city I was depressed, brokenhearted. I turned on the radio only station I could find was a Christian radio station and this song was playing! I had to pull over as I was crying so hard!

My heart whispered that maybe I was not enough.

Perhaps, I was not the man you dreamed of. I just
ended it with the reality that I was not the man that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. My heart was broken into pieces when I finally surrendered and decided to let my feelings go. It won't matter anyway. I had a little drama with God and asked Him, "why did you not give her to me?"

But He became quiet. I was heartbroken. I missed her sweet little gestures. I missed her smile. I missed everything about her. But I became determined to run after my freedom from her presence. It was quite hard at first because her presence suddenly just appeared anywhere at any moment. But I chose to move on from being a prisoner of my own hopes and dreams that someday, I would be your husband. I thought I could not pick myself up again.

Yet, I did. I thought my shattered heart won't be made whole again. But God gathered those broken pieces of my heart and made it perfectly whole. His silence did not mean He did not hear me. In His silence, He was busy writing my love story. I love you Jesus thank you for saving and loving me.

"The Sleepless Herd"

He tried everything—warm milk, dim lights, and the age-old trick: counting sheep.
But tonight, the sheep didn’t help him sleep.
They multiplied. Surrounded him. Suffocated him.
One by one, they crawled into his bed and onto his chest—
Not gentle, not dreamy—just heavy.
Each one a worry, a whisper, a weight.
A thought he couldn’t let go.
A regret he couldn’t quiet.

Sleep was meant to be an escape.
But in this room, under this blanket,
Insomnia doesn’t feel like emptiness.
It feels overcrowded.
And the worst part?
Every sheep has his face.

Happy belated birthday 🥳. Help me wish her a happy birthday

We once believed we controlled the screen—deciding what to see, what to click, and when to walk away. But slowly, the roles reversed. Now, we sit for hours, eyes fixed, unaware that the screen has reached back through the glass.

It doesn’t just show us images; it molds our thoughts. It strokes our heads with distractions, feeds us illusions with every scroll, and slowly, subtly, takes hold of our lives. We think we’re just browsing—but we’re being shaped.

This is not merely entertainment. It’s entrapment.
What we consume, consumes us.
What we click, clicks into our identity.

This image is a mirror—are you the master of your screen, or has it become the master of you?

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