Your real feelings, your depths have an intelligence far beyond any cognations, thoughts, reasoning, intellectual understandings, conceptualizations. They are lakes of wisdom in your soul, for you to life. Liston to their wisdom, the more you do the more your life is yours. Listening to the experts, the powerful of the times, and place, the fake circle, the shallow familiarity is tragedy.
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