We rough, unrefined rocks have been tossed into the fire of life.
Those who cling to outdated ideals, who don’t honor the evidence they’re shown, who cling to comfort and simplicity when called upon to rise, will slowly and predictably be burned with suffering , then melted down into meaningless slag.
But those of who continually refine ourselves, who cut away the dull ore and polish what is left, we are neither burned nor melted.
We are forged.
Musings, Volume 1, available on Amazon Kindle: Musings, Volume 1
Hail yeah, baby! You are a weapon, or armour, or a shield, or a trophy… endure for existence, not extinction! We can’t survive in the isolating vacuum of dark space. Well… sure maybe we could. But that’s no fun.
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Oh, ace!
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Polished gemstones always start out rough!
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Suh-WEET! Thanks much, Jayne!!!🤘
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Stellar forging! (note: I do thank the world for you!!)
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Haha! Lot more forging left to do! Thanks, dear Fan Girl!😘
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Hi.
Soon enough…
Time to get sharp.
Take Care. Till next… Shiro.
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Awesome. Have fun while you’re doing it.🤘
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Thanks for the share! 🙂
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