In ancient tales, great heroes faced their trials: Ram endured fourteen years, the Pandavas twelve. Yet, for an ordinary soul burdened by past karma, the path to peace often feels immeasurably longer. How many seasons must we navigate this waiting, this arduous suffering, before divine mercy appears? Why does the journey sometimes feel so impossibly hard, each day a testament to enduring hardship, making us yearn for its close?
Despite the depths of these trials, we cling to the belief in miracles, a steadfast hope that remains our anchor. This unwavering faith is our strength, our daily practice.
With a heart full of gratitude, I thank you for the simple yet profound gifts: the air I breathe .
, the water I drink, the food that sustains me. I thank you for the clarity of mind to think, for the technology that allows me to express, and for the enduring hope that guides me.
Thank you for the warmth of friends, the embrace of family, and the precious gift of my child. Thank you for the shelter of my home, for the wisdom of education, and for the countless blessings that color my life. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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