Flashes of Thought.

It is in God’s divine design that life is lived inside out—that the true essence of our being flows from within rather than without. Yet this truth is often lost amid the endless stimuli pulling at our senses. And so, many live outside in, allowing external measures and fleeting impressions to dictate their inner state. This inversion has given rise to countless restless wanderings among humanity. Day after day, we chase after this and that—always pursuing but never apprehending, always seeking but rarely finding. Many achieve, yet few are fulfilled. Our accomplishments multiply, but the void within only deepens. The world becomes a labyrinth of wandering souls: laughing, smiling, appearing content, yet overshadowed by an unshakable emptiness. Seldom do we pause to look inward, to heed the silent whispers of eternity echoing in our hearts. We lack the courage to dig into the dark, silent depths of our souls until light breaks forth. Intimidated by the shadows within, we shu...

We live in a world obsessed with perfect beauty—flawless skin, toned muscles, impeccable shapes. Entire industries thrive on this hunger for perfection. Scars and marks are frowned upon, often dismissed as blemishes, as ugliness to be hidden. And so, we run to surgeries, conceal with heavy makeup, or hide behind masks, desperate to erase the evidence of imperfection. But what if we chose to see our scars differently? Not as stains to be covered, but as symbols to be embraced. Not as signs of weakness, but as markers of wisdom. Evidences of the unique stories marked into our beings that make us who we are. I don’t know about you, but I’ve come to a sobering realization: because of the fickleness of human nature, most wisdom must be branded into us if it is to stay with us. Without pain and without scars, much of life’s wisdom slips away. But when etched into our bodies or our souls, it endures. It remains with us into old age, shaping who we are. Think about it. Almost every...