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It is ticking. Running.
Not turning back.
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We continue chasing, running, meeting up with the time.
If we grabbed it too well, we got sick off it.
But when we lose grip of it, we regret it.
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Is built with time.
Over time.
All the time.
I've been running like an outdated machine among the many new ones.
Ticking. ticking. ticking.
Running and stumbling.
Only to find that time is wearing out and patience is getting out of the line.
Then...
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Came to mind.
all the questions of what if and how or what can I... cropped up in my mind.
They talked and I talked and we talked.
But nothing seems to make sense to me.
Then...
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Sparks up into one of them, and then accompanied by
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It brings about a clearer picture as what is going on in this grilling mill we are circling about.
And then with INITIATIVE, responsibility an act of KINDNESS was produced.
Once it Kindness had took place, for a moment,
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Becomes apparent once again. Except that unlike the earlier stage whereby it is running heartlessly on its own, it slows itself down.
And then the rest of the nerves too calms itself down.
Then...
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that surpassed all fears and uncertainties engulfed me, letting me to see that sparks of kindness that in that split seconds had transformed itself into a huge impact such as peace.
Thank God for peace.
Thank God for kindness.
Without all these I wont be able to do anything.
Thank you Lord.
Love and Peace,
Yuliana
