The world may judge you.
It may point its finger,
whisper your name in criticism,
and measure your life
...
I can fake it
for a while... I
can wear the mask of calm with borrowed confidence...and smile...Playing the lead role in a play called I'm doing Just Fine...
...
We must believe,
deep within ourselves
that we are gifted for something...by a purpose
written into the very fabric
...
You are the kind of friend
who comforts the soul
on a lonely night...
...
We have marched miles. We have celebrated milestones... We have tasted brief peace,
we have believed with all our hearts
in the promise of victory...
...
It is the ability to look across the table at a friend, deeply disagree with what they say, yet respect the person who is saying it...
We can disagree,
even in the heat of a fierce debate—
...
Just because you look up
and see a sky painted blue
does not mean
every circumstance in your life
...
I do not have to chase importance,
I do not have to perform for recognition,
when I am already somebody to You...
...
Life's meaning does not lie only
in what happens to us.
It lives
in the meaning we give
...
Some loves arrive quietly,
and some arrive like destiny,
unexpected, undeniable...
...
Sometimes
what you are holding onto the tightest
is the very thing
that is holding you down.
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The Miracle of Existence.
For life itself
is a tangible gift from God...seen in the breath we take...
felt in the love we share...
...
I wish I could carry the moon...
for the moon alone
is enough
to brighten the whole world...
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Time is of the essence,
and it was never meant to be wasted...
Life once told this lesson
...
Life does not freeze itself for our comfort.
It does not pause so we can cling to a version of ourselves
that once felt safe...
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If it's truly over...
Why does the emptiness feel so heavy? ... If it's over…
why does my spirit tremble
like a leaf that just lost its branch? ...
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There are moments in life
when the warning signs are not hidden,
they are flashing.
Bright.
...
Face the dawn and surrender your journey to the Architect of existence. As the sun's rays ignite the world, raise your hands and your heart, knowing the Creator is near...
In that blinding, glorious warmth, whisper your prayers, seek divine mercy, and commit your destiny to the Lord while bathed in the light...
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They say life is a red carpet for some, but for me, it was a storm. A tempest of choices, a whirlwind of becoming.
I wish I'd been more careful. How I regret the sharp edges of my youth. But I cannot pause at the altar of regret. I must keep pressing forward.
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You will never know what's on the other side of the harbor unless you cross the ocean.
Sometimes in life, the things we wonder about our dreams, possibilities, and growth stay distant simply because we don't take the first step toward them.
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Biography: My beliefs: kindness matters more than pride and peace is greater than being right. This is my motto as a seeker, a perpetual student of patience and the sacred cadence of Grace. My pen through poetic journal, is not a tool for applause or attention, but a melodic echo meant to remind a weary world of its forgotten song. It is an instrument of awakening and deep, human connection. Embracing Humanity, through the written word... the goal is to reach outward, listening with empathy, forgiving with a swifter heart, and loving humanity exactly as it is, not as we wish it to be. A living invitation of the work of becoming, to be more human, more kind, and more whole. It is an opportunity for me to live deeper, love fuller, and build a life of purpose that outlasts any material thing. Thank you. Carl Nicolas.)
Scars Beneath The Silence.
The world may judge you.
It may point its finger,
whisper your name in criticism,
and measure your life
by a single moment
it believes it understands... Screaming mistake! with absolute certainty...
They look at the shattered vase, but they never saw the storm... They have not stood
where you have stood... They criticize the fall, but they never felt the trembling knees that led to it...
They have not spent a second
inside your agony.
They have not walked through
the nights that tested your spirit,
nor seen the hidden scars
beneath the calm surface you show the world...
They see the action, the desperate reaction, but they are blind to the trauma, the circumstances, the relentless, howling wind that destroyed everything you were holding onto... forging easy conclusions watching from a distance...
It's so easy to condemn a broken person when you are standing on solid ground... You survived a war they could not have endured...pain shaped by trauma,
choices born from storms,
strength forced in moments
when the soul nearly broke...
Humanity will focus
on your mistakes...
It may build a story
from fragments it barely understands...
But your truth
is deeper than their assumptions...
Stand tall in your humanity...
Carry your scars
not as shame,
but as proof
that you endured more than you could ever explain...
Treat your wounded heart
with compassion...you have been torn in half...but you keep walking... fighting alone
the struggles you keep hidden, The inner conflicts, the unseen challenges, and daily battles you face in silence... the courage it takes to face each day, to keep going, and to hold on...honor your silent battles, acknowledge the unspoken courage, the unseen resilience, and the uncelebrated strength...
Carl Nicolas.