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#αŸ£αŸ αŸ¨αžŠαžΆαžŸαŸ‹αžŸαžαž· Awaken the conscience

αž…αžΌαžšαž€αž»αŸ†αžšαž„αŸ‹αž…αžΆαŸ†αžšαžΏαž„αžšαŸ‰αžΆαžœαž”αž‰αŸ’αž αžΆαž”αžΆαž“αž›αŸ’αž’αž”αŸ’αžšαžŸαžΎαžšαž’αžΈαŸ”
Do not wait for things to get better.

αž†αžΆαž€αž‡αžΈαžœαž·αžαž‚αžΊαž‡αžΆαž‘αž»αž€αŸ’αžαžŠαŸ‚αž›αžŸαŸ’αž˜αž»αž‚αžŸαŸ’αž˜αžΆαž‰αž™αŸ‰αžΆαž„αž‘αŸ€αž„αž‘αžΆαžαŸ‹αŸ”
Life is a complex journey, often filled with suffering.

αžšαŸ€αž“αžšαžΈαž€αžšαžΆαž™αž“αžΉαž„αž’αŸ’αžœαžΈαžŠαŸ‚αž›αž›αŸ„αž€αž’αŸ’αž“αž€αž˜αžΆαž“αŸ”
Learn to find joy in what you have.

αž”αžΎαž˜αž·αž“αžšαžΈαž€αžšαžΆαž™αž‘αŸαž›αŸ„αž€αž’αŸ’αž“αž€αž“αžΉαž„αž’αžŸαŸ‹αž–αŸαž›αžœαŸαž›αžΆαž αžΎαž™ αž‡αžΈαžœαž·αžαž˜αž·αž“αž‘αŸ€αž„αž‘αžΆαžαŸ‹αž‘αžΎαž™αŸ”
If you do not find happiness, time will run out; life is uncertain.

αž–αžΆαž€αŸ’αž™αž€αžΆαž–αŸ’αž™
αž’αžΆαž‘αž·αžαŸ’αž™αž‘αŸ€αž„αž‘αŸαžš αžšαžΆαž›αŸ‹αžαŸ’αž„αŸƒαžαŸ‚αž„αž”αŸ‚αžš αž‘αŸ…αž‘αž·αžŸαž”αžŸαŸ’αž…αž·αž˜ αžŸαž„αŸ’αž€αŸαžαž˜αžΎαž›αž‘αŸ… αžƒαžΎαž‰αžŠαžΌαž…αžŸαž“αŸ’αžŸαžΉαž˜ αžšαžΌαž”αž€αžΆαž™αž₯αžαžαŸ’αž›αžΉαž˜ αž€αŸαžŠαžΌαž…αŸ’αž“αŸαŸ‡αžŠαŸ‚αžš αŸ”
A Poetic Reflection
The sun inevitably turns toward the west each day;
Observe it closely, and you will see—
The body, lacking lasting substance,
Is just the same.
#αŸ£αŸ αŸ¨πŸ‡°πŸ‡­β€οΈπŸ§‘αžŠαžΆαžŸαŸ‹αžŸαžαž· Awaken the conscience πŸ’šπŸŒ·πŸ‡°πŸ‡­ αž…αžΌαžšαž€αž»αŸ†αžšαž„αŸ‹αž…αžΆαŸ†αžšαžΏαž„αžšαŸ‰αžΆαžœαž”αž‰αŸ’αž αžΆαž”αžΆαž“αž›αŸ’αž’αž”αŸ’αžšαžŸαžΎαžšαž’αžΈαŸ” Do not wait for things to get better. αž†αžΆαž€αž‡αžΈαžœαž·αžαž‚αžΊαž‡αžΆαž‘αž»αž€αŸ’αžαžŠαŸ‚αž›αžŸαŸ’αž˜αž»αž‚αžŸαŸ’αž˜αžΆαž‰αž™αŸ‰αžΆαž„αž‘αŸ€αž„αž‘αžΆαžαŸ‹αŸ” Life is a complex journey, often filled with suffering. αžšαŸ€αž“αžšαžΈαž€αžšαžΆαž™αž“αžΉαž„αž’αŸ’αžœαžΈαžŠαŸ‚αž›αž›αŸ„αž€αž’αŸ’αž“αž€αž˜αžΆαž“αŸ” Learn to find joy in what you have. αž”αžΎαž˜αž·αž“αžšαžΈαž€αžšαžΆαž™αž‘αŸαž›αŸ„αž€αž’αŸ’αž“αž€αž“αžΉαž„αž’αžŸαŸ‹αž–αŸαž›αžœαŸαž›αžΆαž αžΎαž™ αž‡αžΈαžœαž·αžαž˜αž·αž“αž‘αŸ€αž„αž‘αžΆαžαŸ‹αž‘αžΎαž™αŸ” If you do not find happiness, time will run out; life is uncertain. πŸ™β€οΈαž–αžΆαž€αŸ’αž™αž€αžΆαž–αŸ’αž™ αž’αžΆαž‘αž·αžαŸ’αž™αž‘αŸ€αž„αž‘αŸαžš αžšαžΆαž›αŸ‹αžαŸ’αž„αŸƒαžαŸ‚αž„αž”αŸ‚αžš αž‘αŸ…αž‘αž·αžŸαž”αžŸαŸ’αž…αž·αž˜ αžŸαž„αŸ’αž€αŸαžαž˜αžΎαž›αž‘αŸ… αžƒαžΎαž‰αžŠαžΌαž…αžŸαž“αŸ’αžŸαžΉαž˜ αžšαžΌαž”αž€αžΆαž™αž₯αžαžαŸ’αž›αžΉαž˜ αž€αŸαžŠαžΌαž…αŸ’αž“αŸαŸ‡αžŠαŸ‚αžš αŸ” A Poetic Reflection The sun inevitably turns toward the west each day; Observe it closely, and you will see— The body, lacking lasting substance, Is just the same.
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