Dream is not that which you see while sleeping, it is something that does not let you sleep until they are fulfilled
~ Dr.apj abdul kalam

@Growingbytes 🦋🦄

Set your own standards🔥.
Do not lower them in the name of love


Love cannot lower the standards🌸.
It only and only raises them❤.
@Growingbytes🦋🦄

🔰What would you choose ...?🔰

"May our Dhanteras🎗
be showered with
lots of gold💛
and silver💰.
May We be blessed with cash
and balance that is beyond our count💸🧿."
@Growingbytes🦋🦄

The Face We See

The face we see is the mask they carry.
The face we see is the part they show to feel free.
The face we see is the instinct they’ve carried from childhood till now.
The face we see helps them stay connected with other human animals,
and keeps them within the boundaries they set to survive.

The face we see is not just muscles or expressions —
it’s the trauma, the hurt, the betrayal behind the mask they carry.
The face we see is the kindness they hold beneath the loneliness,
the tiredness, and the pain they feel.

The face we see is the correction they make
with every breath they take.

The face we see is the mask they wear among humans —
a mask that may protect, or may destroy.
Sometimes, wearing it is wise,
for the world knows how to use you against yourself.
But among hearts that are pure,
this mask becomes a cage.
If you never remove it, you’ll suffocate in your own disguise.
Learn to take it off —
to breathe,
to heal,
to be you.
🦅

How old are you?

15 more minutes people⏳

Let's celebrate diwali this year by bringing light to someone's life🙏🏻❤.
Try to feed the strays today🫶🏻,
give clothes or crackers to the needy🧨,
distribute sweets to the sweeper,driver or watchman❤️ ,
fire a cracker with the kid who is just standing somewhere around the corner silently watching others enjoy🙂.
If possible try to share pictures🌸 .
Maybe you are an inspiration for the rest🎀.
Happiest Deepawali people🙏🏻.
Keep growing💓.
Keep glowing🧿.
@Growingbytes🦋🦄

"Even the old pen that wrote 100 articles that changed lives is thrown when the ink runs out"


THE USED INK

You aren’t their only choice.
You’re just an option-
a placeholder until someone shinier arrives.
Even the pen that once carved revolutions
is tossed aside when its ink runs dry.

People love what you give,
not who you are.
When your light dims, they’ll leave,
forgetting the warmth you once offered.
But don’t curse the darkness-
become the fire that burns without permission.

Because when they replace you,
you’ll be busy rewriting destiny
with the ink they thought had run out

~Aryan