• Metanoia: Greek (n) spiritual conversation
  • A soft summer breeze, dancing on the sand, under the moonlight, it was a moment of serenity. At dawn, the birds were chirping beautiful melodies, waves were splashing gracefully, and souls were waking up to a new adventure. A new day meant a new blank page where each person filled it up his/her own way.
  • A beautifully untouched canvas waiting to be covered with divine colors. What do we use to paint? Whatever the hell you want. Broken crayons still color. We can live by that. Just because something is broken, doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful and worth saving. We determine our own worth. Conquer from within. Always.
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