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Dance in the middle of your grief, dance when you have torn all bandages off, dance in the fire of trials, True freedom belongs to those who find ecstasy even as the world collapses around them.
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Do not flee from the bitter medicine of sorrow, for it is through the breaking of the shell that the seed becomes a mighty tree. Every hardship is a silent sculptor shaping your spirit into a masterpiece.
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You wander from room to room looking for the diamond necklace that is already around your neck, The whole universe lives inside you; why search outside for what shines at the core of your soul ?!
