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In the Foggy Weathering of Life

In the midst of the fog of life we now find ourselves, we often conclude that we came into this world with nothing and will leave it likewise— in doing so, we miss realizing that we came into this world blessed with love. Thus, often is the nature of our foggy being; considering ourselves as valueless creatures— irrespective of our ethnic foundation, gender— born/chosen—or our chosen faith-based source of spiritual wisdom and guidance in our lives. No one is born valueless and unworthy but with lack of positive self-concept, allow and let themselves become perceived as such in misguided foggy mind, body, and soul. In the weather of life, fogginess is really just a blind mist; and while we cannot control the weather of life, we can, via forecast awareness, prepare ourselves for what to expect. Often, in the stormy weather of life, we merely become unplugged rather than having become the victim of an external power outage— causing us to just sit around and wait for the repairs when all we really needed to do was to just plug ourselves back in and be re-enlightened by way of renewed self-awareness! Come now, let us get to plugging!

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