The more intensely we live, the more joy life fills us with...

…and, what could be better than feeling alive and fulfilled?

You are life and love.

Good morning 🌹

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We live and die, and everything else is just an illusion…

…illusion, brother. It’s a mirror to attract larks.

So, be careful, and don't let your "FREE WILL-SOUL" be taken away, because this whole war is about it.
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The Will:

The Will is not a common virtue.
It is not motivation, it is not enthusiasm, it is not the impulse that is born and dies in a morning of the waning moon.

It is pure inner Fire, which few know how to ignite and even fewer know how to sustain.

The majority walks, speaks, desires… but does not will.
They live in a sequence of automatisms, conditioned reactions, and induced needs.
They call all of this “life,” but in truth it is only subsistence: merely mechanical movements.

Authentic Will is a magical act. It is what the ancients called “True Will,”
not the whim of the ego, but the deep direction of Being in conscious form.

Whoever does not possess Will is possessed.
Unknowingly, they are dominated by habits, by fears, by the opinions of others; in a word, they are possessed by inertia.

It is like in the myth of the cave of Plato:
many observe shadows and mistake them for reality; few have the strength to break their chains and turn their gaze toward the ascent. And that gesture requires a radical decision.

Will is for the few because it requires sacrifice.
It requires solitude; it requires inner discipline. It is not shouting “I can do it.”
It is being silent and acting.
It is choosing every day against the current of one’s own resistances.

For those who understand, Will is the sword that separates the real from the illusory.
Without it, a person is a leaf in the wind of the world; but with True Will they become the axis of their own destiny.

The majority seeks comfort.
Those who possess True Will seek transformation.
And to transform means to die to what one was in order to become what one is.

Few accept this death, and even fewer choose the Fire.

A long time ago someone told me:
“Eduardo, True Will is the Fire that does not ask for consent.
It is the Flame that does not seek applause and burns in silence—or it does not burn at all.
Whoever does not possess this force is matter shaped by invisible currents,
a shadow that believes itself to be a body.”

So I ask you:

and you?

Are you living, or are you merely subsisting?

— Eduardo Muscara

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A human being can survive so much — when they have the courage, creativity, and the will to build shelter and hope from what nature provides. 💚

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Love is the wing that God has given to man to rise up to Him.

— Michelangelo ✨
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Whoever can understand, let them understand.
Sit beside Death, and every choice becomes clear.
In that point of contact is born a strength that few truly know: the Strength of Life.
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— Eduardo Muscara

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A VERY INTERESTING STORY

I arrived at the client’s address and honked. After waiting a few minutes, I honked again. It was late in the evening, and I thought the client might have changed their mind, so I was about to return to the “base”… but instead, I parked the car, approached the door, and knocked.

“One minute!” answered a frail, elderly voice. I heard a sound like something being dragged across the floor…

After a long pause, the door opened. In front of me stood a short, seemingly ninety-year-old woman. She wore a colorful dress and a hat with a pinned-on veil; she looked like someone from a 1940s film.

At her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets of fabric.

There were no clocks on the walls, no ornaments, and no dishes on the counters. In the corner stood a cardboard box filled with photos and glass.

“Could you carry my bag to the car?” she asked. I took the suitcase to the car and then returned to help the woman.

She took my hand, and we walked slowly toward the curb. She held my arm, thanking me for my kindness.

“It’s nothing,” I said. “I try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.”

“Oh, you are such a good boy,” she replied. When we got into the car, she gave me the address and then asked, “Could you drive through the city center?”

“That’s not the shortest route,” I replied quickly, turning on the meter.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m not in a hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”

I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were shining. “I have no family left,” she said in a gentle voice. “The doctor says I don’t have much time left…”

I turned off the meter. “Which way would you like to go?”

For several hours, we drove around the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived as newlyweds. She asked me to stop in front of a furniture store that had once been a ballroom, where she had gone dancing as a young girl.

Sometimes she asked me to slow down at a particular building or intersection, and she would sit, staring into the darkness without a word.

When the first rays of the sun broke the horizon, she suddenly said, “I am tired. Let’s go now, please.” We drove in silence to the address she had given. It was a low building with a driveway, typical of a care home.

Two attendants came outside as soon as I stopped at the entrance. They must have been expecting her. They were polite and caring.

I opened the trunk and carried the woman’s small suitcase to the door. She herself was already seated in a wheelchair.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“You have to make a living,” she insisted.

“There are other passengers,” I said.

Without thinking at all about what I was doing, I leaned down and hugged her. She held me tightly.

“You’ve given an old lady a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”

I shook her hand and then stepped out into the dim morning light. Behind me, the door closed—it was the sound of a life coming to an end.

That morning I didn’t pick up any more passengers. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. What if an impatient or rude driver had been sent to this woman? What if I hadn’t approached the door, or had honked only once and driven away?

Thinking about it now, I don’t believe I’ve ever done anything more important in my life.

We are addicted to seeking thrilling events and beautiful moments to fill our lives.

Meanwhile, Beautiful Moments can happen to us unexpectedly, wrapped in what others might call routine. Let us not miss them.

Photo: Michael Gaida

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Every act of kindness, no matter how small, leaves a mark on someone’s heart. Close your eyes with the thought that tomorrow may bring a moment that changes someone’s life.
Goodnight.❤️

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I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, 'I exist.' In thousands of agonies -- I exist. I'm tormented on the rack -- but I exist! Though I sit alone in a pillar -- I exist! I see the sun, and if I don't see the sun, I know it's there. And there's a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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WHY PEOPLE ENTER YOUR LIFE AND WHAT LESSONS AND TEACHINGS THEY BRING:

THE HEALERS - they come when you are hurt or lost and offer you peace and support. They help you rebuild your life.
LESSON: YOU ARE CAPABLE OF HEALING AND BEING WHOLE.

THE CHALLENGERS - they drive you crazy and test your limits - but they are there to promote your growth.
LESSON: STRENGTH IS BUILT THROUGH RESISTANCE.

THE MIRRORS - they reflect your light and shadows - and help you understand who you really are.
LESSON: SELF-AWARENESS IS THE BEGINNING OF TRANSFORMATION.

THE SOULMATES - not always in a romantic sense and not always rosy - they feel deeply familiar - like a connection from another life.
LESSON: LOVE IS HERE TO AWAKEN YOUR SOUL AND TO LOVE YOURSELF .

Forwarded from web .

True courage isn’t about never being afraid or never falling. It’s about trying again — and having those who support us around gives the strength to rise and try once more.
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♤

“What are you kneeling before?
There is so much beauty all around.”

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“You spent so much time with me that I finally felt important.”

- The Little Prince

Do not let the “world” take your family away from you.
Fight for presence. Fight for real relationships. Fight for love.
Fight while you still have time here on earth.
Because love is the time you choose to give to the ones you truly love.

A teacher started checking her students’ homework.
Her husband was nearby, absorbed in his smartphone, playing his favorite game.

As she read the last assignment, tears slowly began to fall down her face.

Her husband looked up and asked, “What’s wrong?”

She replied, “Yesterday, I asked my students to write about ‘MY WISH.’”

He said, “Alright… but why are you crying?”

She answered, “When I reached the last assignment… I couldn’t hold back my tears.”

Curious, he asked, “What could possibly be written there to make you cry like this?”

She said quietly, “Listen…”

“My wish is to become a smartphone.
My parents love their smartphone so much.
They give it so much attention that sometimes… they forget about me.
When my dad comes home tired from work, he still has time for his phone… but not for me.
When my parents are busy and the phone rings, they answer it immediately… but they don’t respond to me—
even when I’m crying.

They play games on their phones… instead of playing with me.
When they talk to someone on the phone, they never really hear me—
even when I’m trying to tell them something important.

MY WISH… is to become a smartphone.”

After hearing this, the husband was deeply shaken.
With a heavy voice, he asked, “Who wrote this?”

The teacher answered:
“Our son.”

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“The purpose of human life is to establish order and harmony within one’s body and soul, in the likeness of the eternal order of the cosmos.”

— Plato, Timaeus

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Chainsaw Della 😎

RESPONSIBILITY. AWARENESS. SACRIFICE. COURAGE. LOYALTY. WISDOM.
This is how a true leader lives.

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