I let go. Of hate, of worries, of the weight of other people’s words. And in that quiet surrender, life opened up—vast and untouched, like a sky unchained by storms.
Nothing reaches me now, nothing stirs the waters within—except the tides of knowledge and the whispers of fortune. These are the only winds that move me, the only echoes that linger.
To live without the shadows of resentment, without the noise of judgment—is this not freedom? A heart unburdened, a soul unshaken, floating gently through the days like a leaf on a still river.
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