Our Love Stories as Singularities

Most of the stars look the same when we look at the starry night sky. When we look at the Heavens, we realize that all the stars are different. The chaos of the world seems to flow from afar, but this is not true. Environmental changes follow established guidelines that have been put in place to keep on going. That is what creation is all about.
Creation must express itself for as long as it can. We must accept our place and see the uniqueness of our roots to increase our potential. Nothing here is an accident, you and me.

So many feel like they are an accident and nothing more than a random collection of ingredients with uncertain probabilities. That thought-processing frame is not conducive to happiness. It is a broken mind, controlled by bigotry and a lack of desire to learn more about ourselves spiritually. No matter what people say to you, how can someone be truly happy if they see themselves as an accident? The answer is they can’t. We are walking singularities made out of the same miracles and love all creation is composed of.

Every person walking around today has a love story in their mind, body, and soul. If we choose to look within ourselves and read, engaging in love stories shows that life is not a random spread of colors. All creation is molded and colored as it was always meant to be. Some say God, some say the laws of the universe; whatever you believe, the result is the same. Since we are creations, we are special like each snowflake’s different crystal-like designs or powerful like black holes in space.

We have a habit of living with other things in the world. We don’t get enough credit as a species to make art. Thinking that we have more to ourselves than we think is not a matter of boasting about our ego. It is not prideful to see ourselves as beautiful because others may not be. As a race, we have the same percentage of genetic variation, but that small, often overlooked percentage is the best part of the love story of why we are different. This may be the body of the story of heaven.
Comparing ourselves to others is the thief of happiness, and the real bank thief is living in the shadow of something or someone who doesn’t care or is not supposed to be part of your path. We are all going, Like a shooting star, it leaves a trail of mysterious sparks that we leave behind with each step in history. We leave our footprints of light as long as we live. Regardless of our external circumstances and how and where we were born, holding on to the what-ifs becomes the instinct that eats us from the inside.
We embrace our uniqueness, knowing that at the end of the love story, we will be lost. This fact allows us to be different before we reach the destination and we can tell others and end up telling our love story as a separate topic. The heart doesn’t lie, so follow your heart, and don’t be afraid to put yourself on different platforms. Give yourself everything you have in this physical experience. When we close our ears to the heart, we hear whispers of desire and purpose. Our love story about different situations can be beautiful and have a happier ending than what we can face with all the bad things in the world.

Conclusion
Not everyone gets to wake up and share a story that travels lifetimes on the bridge of generations. As long as we live, won’t you show the world who you are and become the writer you deserve? It’s not just for the rich and famous. If this is special to you, God bless you. The real treasure is finding the emotions that bring you pure joy as a constant cycle of healing and growth, a special star in a world of other wonderful stories.

WRITTEN BY

COLON MICHAEL

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