She looks at the world and dreams of peace,
Hopes that all can see beauty even in the darkest of days,
She desires that people will speak up for what is right,
That they will never lose the will to fight,
She prays that god will guide her through and through,
That she will get guided back to you,
The man whose love will save of all,
Thank you lord for never letting me fall
Overthinking is when the mind keeps running even when the heart is tired. We replay old moments, imagine future problems, and create fears that do not even exist yet. Slowly, peace slips away not because life is hard, but because our thoughts never rest. The art of not overthinking is
Red‑pill content doesn’t just sell advice, it plants fear. It teaches men to see relationships as power games, women as threats, and vulnerability as weakness. It convinces people that love must be earned through dominance, money, or emotional distance, rather than mutual respect and growth. What it’s
A quiet clock inhales the night, Twelve breaths held, then set to fly. Old worries loosen their tight grip, Like leaves that finally say goodbye. The year ahead stands, clean and wide, A page still warm from winter’s hand. With hopeful ink and steady heart, We write our dreams
If it was meant to be, it would have happened—people love to say that, as if fate works alone, as if it doesn’t sometimes wait for hands brave enough to reach for it. I’ve learned that destiny isn’t rigid; it bends. There are endless paths, countless