In the quiet of the dawn, where dreams arise,
There lies a journey, where growth resides.
A seed of potential, planted deep and true,
In the fertile soil of life, it starts anew.
With each sunrise, a chance to bloom,
To break through the earth, and banish gloom.
With each raindrop, a sip of grace,
To nourish the soul, in the journey's embrace.
Through trials faced and battles won,
Through setbacks endured and races run.
With each stumble, a lesson learned,
To strengthen the spirit, where growth is earned.
Through moments of doubt and fears unknown,
Through moments of triumph, where seeds are sown.
With each choice made, a chance to grow,
To reach for the stars, and let dreams flow.
For growth is the journey, the path we tread,
In the dance of life, where souls are fed.
With each step forward, we come to find,
That growth is the essence of the human mind.
About the Creator
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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