A Spark of Thought

I used to chase those moments of brilliance—the big, flashy wins. But they’re like fireworks: bright, beautiful, and gone too fast. What sticks? The small, steady things. The daily grind. It doesn’t feel glamorous, but it adds up. Slowly, quietly, until one day you realize how far it’s taken you.

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Thoughts come and go, like waves lapping at the shore. Some linger, others dissolve, but a few leave ripples that reshape the way I see the world. The waves keep coming. The thoughts keep flowing. And somewhere in the rhythm, there’s wisdom.