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"Meeting a complete stranger is something that happens almost daily, but meeting a complete stranger that draws you into them completely is a rare and special thing, for not everyone can experience this, but it is something everyone longs for: love at first sight, even if most people think it's non-existing." *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *.

"I'm not worthy of this. I'm just a girl. I'm scared all the time. I'm tired. I'm way out of my depth. I have no idea what I'm doing." The light stopped fading. "But I'm here anyway," I continued, words tumbling out. "I'm here because someone has to be. Because existence, messy and painful and beautiful existence, is worth fighting for. Not because it's perfect. God knows it's not perfect. People hurt each other. We make terrible choices. We suffer. But we also love each other. We create. We laugh. We choose to keep going despite everything. And that's worth saving. Not because we deserve it, but because it's real. Because every person who wakes up and decides to face another day is performi

I am disputed as if I have never won. Reason dwells in everything, but there is no way you can lift yourself above the limits. Humans, they say, are going to die for a cause worth living for. What a miracle life is. No one here hears nor believes in me. I am astonished I am gifted with life. They need more than labelled enough to live. I can live without love, but I cannot live without living. My God created a life that's enormous despite everything that dares to exist with it. Here is what I wrote in poetry of my search for cure for every disease and ultimate death!

I have always imagined how it felt like to hold hands with a person whose soul is connected with yours and who can understand you in the way that other people around you cannot understand. Love is the only heart that never stops beating, it certainly is the most beautiful piece of God's creation that ever will be. It is the only beautiful red piece that makes me feel welcomed whenever I step inside a room and a voice in my head says I am unwelcomed because I am not like the rest people in the room. I have seen been favoured with the opportunity to see different beautiful landforms here on earth- rocks that bask in the warmth of the sun with brown pride and rivers that run like endless pools

“So, in other words, you can manipulate your own power to be stronger than your opponents in terms of the damage they give to you, right?” “That’s Rian for you. I hope I could be like you.” “What do you mean?” “Human is the most perfect creature that God creates, right? But, why the world can be so broken like this? Is the human behind all of this?” “I think so. Human is a creature that loves wasting time. They create it and destroy it. They create something to destroy something and vice versa. I wonder why they do such a thing. Not to mention about this era. Everything is complicated.”

’ (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ The more Levi thought about it, the more surreal it all felt. His precious baby was the living proof that perfection existed. And if something like perfection was real, then even the existence of a god wasn’t too farfetched. More so, the chance for an existence as perfect as his baby to be born was so minuscule in itself, yet he even appeared right by his side. The probability of the two of them meeting seemed even lower than the chance that gods do exist. “Mn,” Levi’s agreement came in the form of a husky murmur, low and deep and filled with deep yet undefinable emotion.

You are beautiful in your own way. " Even a book I often read to Mary when she was younger said. " When we talk about, beauty. Did we always remember our creator? Who is the Potter and we are his vessels? He said in his words that he created us in his own image... So if he really created us in his own image... Then who are we as mere humans to say a person is not pretty? Have we been able to successfully create a living being ourselves before judging that a particular human is not beautiful. Isn't it the creator who created Blacks and Whites? He had a reason for that, so why the discrimination? What would the entire world be like if everyone looked so alike? " " Being different is what make

In the humid jungle, I wandered down dug out pathways beneath tree canopy, butterflies fluttering above me. It's a perfect wonderland, a haven, as humble as every other part of existence. It's a symphony of eventide hues and the harkening light of morning. It's a peaceful moment to reflect on a job well done. It's the peace of mind that only comes from being your best self. Perhaps paradise was always a bet for two, a chance to experience true love while fully understanding the cost of loss. "Are we all going to be beautiful?" I keep my voice low.

A pulse of understanding that resonated in Kael's chest like a second heartbeat. Why? Kael didn't know how to answer. How could you explain something as complex as love to a being that had never experienced it? But Rhydian stepped forward. "Because," he said, his voice steady, "when you find something worth holding onto, you don't let it go." Why? "Because the world is full of beautiful things. And if we don't fight for them, no one will." Why? "Because existence itself is a gift. And we're not ready to give it up."

A young couple clumsily dancing in a tiny, cramped apartment under warm lamplight. Millions of moments. Tiny moments. Beautiful moments. Completely ordinary moments. The Devourer visibly recoiled, its conceptual weight shifting away from the light. Because those small, fragile scenes contained a localized density it could not break down or comprehend. Meaning. Not a grand, overarching cosmic destiny, but deeply personal meaning. Human meaning. The literal reason existence mattered in the first place. The Creator's eyes shone with tears of pure starlight. "Look at them," they whispered into the void. "Look at what survived the dark."