Perfection is an illusion.
Every seemingly flawless thing holds quiet imperfections.
Behind every glow, a shadow sleeps.

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We often don’t receive what we want—
Instead, life hands us the unexpected.
But what if we let go of desire?
What if we surrender our longing?
What if we embrace what life brings, wholeheartedly?
Then, perhaps, life begins to bloom in its own quiet beauty.

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One arrives when it's time to arrive.
One departs when the moment calls.
Those meant to stay, remain.
Those who are not, drift away.
Everything is fleeting.
We can't control anything.
No matter how tightly we try to hold on, destiny unfolds as it must.
Still, we cling—claiming, “this is mine.”
But is anything ever truly ours?

A person is known by their conduct,
Their actions define their worth.
All else is impermanent.
Love turns to hatred, bonds fade to separation,
Everything changes.

Can we truly choose our path?
Right or wrong, good or evil—that choice lies within.
But beyond that choice, do we have any control at all?
Or the power to choose the path is the only control we ever really possess?

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The Upaniṣadas state that the syllable Gu denotes the darkness of ignorance, while Ru signifies the remover of that darkness. Thus, one who has the power to dispel ignorance is called a Guru. A true Guru is not defined by the saffron robes he wears or by the worship of his personality; rather, he is known through his thoughts, words, and actions. His way of living must be so pure and exemplary that it naturally becomes an object of reverence. As Kṛṣṇa describes, the Guru is one who is well-versed in the true knowledge of the Jīva’s bondage and the path to its liberation.

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It wounds when your loved ones don’t love you.
But when they hate you, misled by the reasons beyond your knowledge —
it feels like dying inside.

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M - Magnanimous
A - All-pervasive
H - Heroic
A - Allegorical
B - Boundless
H - Historic
A - Authoritative
R - Remarkable
A - Admonitory
T - Timeless
A - Astounding

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Some wounds never truly heal.
Time dulls the pain,
Heart learns to laugh again.
But those wounds are not forgotten
For they shape the path ahead.

They transform us,
Strengthen our spirit,
Teach us how to rise again,
And ignite the fire to endure the future aches.

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In bodies made of dust and dream,
We chase the light, we cross the stream.
We love, we lose, we break, we mend—
Each heartbeat bringing closer end.

But death is not the final shore,
Just one more key, one further door.
Beyond the dark, beyond the night,
There lies a land of endless light.

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Where love flows like a river,
grief waits like a sea.

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Challenges and hardships are the stones that pave the road to success.
Love is the oxygen, and passion is the blood.
Hard work is the soul; sleepless nights, the beating heart.
Objections rise, rigidity resists.
People shoot you down, and fate turns its back.
But if your journey is fueled by honesty—
then giving up is never an option.

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