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š³ āThe Lazy Farmer and the Talking Treeā š¾
In a quiet village surrounded by green fields š¾ and soft hills ā°ļø, there lived a farmer named Harris šØāš¾. But unlike other farmers, who woke up early with the sun š and worked hard till sunset š, Harris was known for only one thing ā his laziness š“.
By Daily Motivation12 months ago in Motivation
āØ He Had Nothingā¦ Yet He Gave Everything šš
In a world obsessed with wealth š°, status š, and success š, people often forget the true meaning of richness. They chase money, power, and recognition, believing that having more makes them greater. But somewhere, in the quiet shadows of life, a silent lesson was waiting to be learned š
By Daily Motivation12 months ago in Motivation
āØ āThe Boy Who Shared His Last Piece of Breadā šā¤ļø
In a small and quiet village, surrounded by dry land and dusty paths š¾šļø, lived a little boy named Ethan š¦š». He was only twelve years old, but life had already been very hard for him š. His parents had passed away in a terrible accident, and he lived alone in a small broken house made of old wood and clay šļø.
By Daily Motivation12 months ago in Motivation
Small Town
Dear St. Louis, What a ride? A long haul of battles endorsed with signatures formed from fears and nightmares, with laughter and anger. From backyard barbecuing, to the long sunny walks to the other side of town. Thereās nothing more than Iāll remember about you. The place that birth me, the bridges that hurt me, and the land that blessed and cursed me. The beautiful arch grounds, the highway sounds, the smells of challenges existing right before you exit. Thereās no place like home, is what the old wives tales speak of. The humble beginnings, the accolades, the friendships that felt like forever, the relationships that turned into never, and the stench of the river flowing through the city on a humid summer evening . The days were young and I didnāt know that those were the golden bridge to my makeup. The mysteries that will forever play a part in my head along with the solved murder cases that still haunts me. Itās time we say goodbye for good. It was such a joy allowing you to root me, but like every apple one must fall and grow elsewhere. I canāt imagine the days when life mattered more than letting you go. I can never get back grandmas cooking, daddyās visits or even the candy lady who use to let us get more than we can afford just for $2.00. I can do nothing but embrace the world from the ground beneath my feet, as tears well in my eyes, I can finally begin to understand truth. Itās not where you come from itās where youāre going. I found my confidence to fight all from your city lights, I found my courage to dream because of your poverty, I found my reasons to love, even when it wasnāt given to me. Youāre a bad mother fucker, some people you broke, some people you made. I promised myself through these notes that one day Iāll make your name smile again, itās just not from the crumbling soil of living inside your land. I will never forget the trouble that lurked, the buildings that sat as staples to my childhood now gone, the school districts that poured more into the kids who showed effort than the ones who needed attention, the swag, the mall trips without permission. The small city where everyoneās fighting just because the turf mattered, hoods meant more than life and money means more than family. The times are wild, I could never make peace through the chaos, and never understood why everyone continued fighting when love couldāve been a Black rep. I remember them field trips. I remember fighting to save what couldnāt be changed and thatās the moment I knew it started with self. Beneath the surface of the gun smoke was fundamentals, if I could survive there, success has got to be in me. I learned over the past decade that I cannot love you because you werenāt made to love me, I cannot carry you around anymore. My soul was placed on different corners, and I fell in love with an atmosphere that breathe life. This place is somewhere with stillness, somewhere with lights that shine without dimming, somewhere where peace is the treasure, down in the valley and kindness greets me with support. Somewhere where love doesnāt hurt. I feel as if Iām at a thousand funerals of my loved ones writing this farewell, but I have to say this. I have to replace what no longer brings me safety. I have to go somewhere where death isnāt the destiny of fate I would be met with for choosing to make a difference, or for the betterment of my own sanity. No family dysfunction, no late night hours roaming the city while dangers lurked, no being used by the word love and publicly shamed for it. No lies and manipulation, no grief and hurt, no depletion in my soul as I choose to do the inner work. Somewhere where my grind means more to me than having designer, where my family means more to me than looking for a man to be a provider. I found a place unfamiliar with your speed. A place I know thatās just right at the pace it moves just for me. Here, where the air is fresher, the kids are classier, bikes can be rode all day long and no arguing or the neighbors yelling. The biggest hope of all is that you have no concern about the neighbors shooting up or smoke crack at the playground in front of them. A place where your meeting up looks like growth, not hair weaves, extensions, and viral video uploads. A place where the mountains werenāt personal but were a beautiful sight to see. A place that offers me peace. Peace that I never believed was real, peace that didnāt test my endurance level but my heart, peace that didnāt allow struggle to be the reason to destiny swap, but peace that instilled dedication. Where accountability doesnāt look like youāre falling in love with Satan. Peace that canāt be explained but it can only felt. The demons that Iāve fought so hard to cast down was me carrying this city along hoping that one day Iāll come home. A city that left me to be my worst, and the souls that refuse to leave my ancestors blood in the trails of change will never understand while I will never call St. Louis home again. I love my city, but Iāll be damned if I fuck with my city, but nevertheless youāll always be my city. We have just become strangers and thereās no reintroducing after 9 years of being loved exclusively, I want to continue counting, I donāt want my days numbered because someone couldnāt needed an accountant. Thereās nothing more better than being free from the pain of my city. The joys of love that has found me gives me a new name for my city. #Dream Catcher!
By Charelle Landers12 months ago in Motivation
The Versions of You That No Longer Exist ā And Why Letting Them Go Is the Biggest Form of Growth. AI-Generated.
There are versions of yourself that no longer exist. The one who trusted too easily. The one who loved without fear. The one who believed everyone had good intentions.
By 2 JƔtekosok12 months ago in Motivation
The Silent Battles We Fight: What People Never See, But Always Shape Who We Become. AI-Generated.
There are two types of stories in life. The ones we tell everyone ā and the ones we only tell ourselves. Most people walk through the world looking calm, normal, and put together.
By 2 JƔtekosok12 months ago in Motivation
Nothing Is Impossible
Thor had been running for as long as he could remember. At twenty-three, the track felt like the one place in the world that made sense to himāsimple lanes, steady breath, and the soft scrape of shoes sliding into rhythm. Every morning, he stepped onto the red track with the same promise heād carried since childhood:
By Habib Rehman12 months ago in Motivation
š„ THE SECOND RISE: How Your Life Changes the Moment You Refuse to Stay Who You Used to Be. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
INTRODUCTION ā NO ONE TELLS YOU ABOUT THE SECOND RISE People talk about the beginning of life. They talk about first chances, fresh starts, youthful dreams.
By Chilam Wong12 months ago in Motivation
The Power of Consistency
In a small town, there lived a boy named Ethan. He had a big dream. He wanted to achieve something big in life. Every day, he watched motivational videos, read inspiring stories, and listened to the stories of successful people. He often told himself, "I'm going to study six hours a day. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to change everything." This thought made him happy and excited. But this enthusiasm didn't last long. After just two days, he would revert to his old lazy habits and make excuses. He would try again and again and fail.
By Abdur Rahman12 months ago in Motivation
