Vince Cass Labs

“Fear God and give him glory. . . Worship the One who made the heaven and the earth. . .” – Revelation 14:7

The above quoted scripture is the main text in the Watchtower article for the weekend study which is so timely and coincidental to me. How the watchtower explains and illustrate the symbolism of the Tabernacle of God as it relates to Christian worship today, makes sense. It shed light and to a more coherent understanding of Colossians 2:17.

Truly, I am in agreement with all the brothers and sister in saying, “How thankful we can be that he has given us the precious opportunity to worship him in his great spiritual temple!”

Yes, and Jehovah is the only true God whom everyone should worship.

Looking forward to meet other brothers and sisters in the Rimando Congregation.

I prayed for it and feeling determined to attend meetings to start the year.

No matter how long or dark the night, eventually a new dawn will break. A new beginning. A fresh start.

A new dawn offers us a renewed hope on God’s promise, that our setbacks and failures will soon be over and replaced with joy, peace and love. That is if we seek Him and realigns our lives with his will.

A new dawn reminds us of God’s great mercy and undeserved kindness. To get up to where we fall and try to walk again. To walk in his light. We do that by lifting our focus off ourselves and up to God.

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𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 17, 2023 - 𝙑𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙅𝙧. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝘾𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙒𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

Son, we feel many emotions on the day of your marriage. Most of all, we’re happy you’ve found someone wonderful to share your life with and I give you my blessings. May your marriage always bring glory to God, joy to one another and blessings to your family for many generations to come. May love and laughter fill your hearts and your home for all at the days of your lives.

I pray to the Most gracious God and Father, Jah, that you may be able to face every challenges hand-in-hand and side-by-side knowing that with God's grace, you'll conquer all obstacles together. May the world be forever a better place because the two of you love each other, with the love of God and Christ as your foundation.

Whatever the case, may you be kind, compassionate, and understanding to your wife.

Happy married life, son!!!

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𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘈𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯, "𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸?". 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, "𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘥".

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, "𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴!"

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 10 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 2 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥:

"𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 3 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸. 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 30 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘐 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 "𝘺𝘦𝘴" 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳!"

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, "𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘉𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯!"

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨?

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𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝘾𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙈𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝘿𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

Cognitive dissonance is a mental conflict that occurs when your beliefs don’t line up with your actions. Like when a former way of thinking is trying to reassert itself, such as when a person wants to practice good things and is tempted to do bad. It’s an uncomfortable feeling that cause in me mental discomfort and anxiety.

Anxiety seems to always be present in me, to a lesser or greater extent depending on what actions I’ve done that violate my beliefs. The unpleasant feeling of guilt and shame compounded with anxiety leads me to depression in 2009. The biggest lesson I’ve learned from those experience is that, you are doom to fail if you are just half-heartedly serving God.

I do not set out to make mistakes, nor do I intentionally, practiced it. But no one is perfect, and just like any other person I make mistakes just about every day. If I do something wrong, I usually feel remorse, apologize, and try to fix things or change course. I don’t embrace my mistakes as a good thing when they happen.

For our own good and out of respect for our loved ones and our Creator, the Bible stipulates that we should “cleanse ourselves of every defilement of the flesh.” (2 Corinthians 7:1)

This time, I will know that if we fully depend on the almighty God, Jehovah can give us the strength we need to deal with our challenges and to sustain us through our trials.

𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴?

Before the covid 19 pandemic and now an intensity 7.2 magnitude earth quake hit us. Most healthy people felt invincible knowing they are physically and financially secured, but now it is sadly and terrifying to think that our life could be taken from us any moment. . .

But why is it terrifying to think that everything beautiful in this world has to come to an end?

Our emotions, the memories, the things we get to experience every day. The world is so, so, so beautiful and we don’t want to leave this existence called life.

The fact is, we are afraid to die.

No wonder the Bible says:

“A man will give up everything he has to save his life.”- Job 2:4

Ang Buhay ay Walang Katiyakan

Marahil ay hindi kapani-paniwala na pagkatapos ng 32 taon mula ng mangyari ang malakas na paglindol noong Hulyo 16, 1990 na kumitil ng libong buhay, ay muli na namn tyong tinamaan ng matinding paglindol ngayung araw na nagdulot ng pagkasawi ng buhay at pagkasira ng mga kabahayan at mga kalsada.

Ipinapaalala lamang nito sa atin na walang kasiguraduhan ang buhay ng tao. Hindi natin alam ang pwedeng mangyari sa hinaharap, kayat kailangan nating maging handa at mamuhay ng may pananalig sa Diyos na nagbigay sa atin ng buhay.

Ang ating paghahanda ay hindi lamang sa pagkamit ng mga material na bagay na mawawalang saysay kapag tayo ay nawala sa mundong ito, kundi kailangan din nating paghandaan lalo na ang ispiritwal na bagay na siyang mananatili anuman ang mangyari sa atin. Kayat kung tayo ay ligtas at nasa mabuting kalagayan ay nararapat lamang na tayo ay magpasalamat sa Diyos tumawag sa kanyang pangalan at mamuhay ng naaayon sa kanyang kagustuhan.

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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦?
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦?
𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦,
𝘜𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴?

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, '𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺!'
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘈 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦?

𝘞𝘩𝘰, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭?
𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦?
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮, 𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭,
𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,
𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝘈 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵.
𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵.
𝘈 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱.
𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱.

𝘈𝘵 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯.
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘔𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵,
𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.

𝘈𝘵 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯.
𝘈𝘵 𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘺, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 '𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦,
𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘔𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘈 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴
𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘸, 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.
𝘚𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦.
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 . . . . 𝘴𝘦𝘦... 𝘔𝘌!!

𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.
𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰!

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺

National Election Day in the Philippines

It’s a historic day today, May 9, 2022. Filipinos to pick the next president that will run the country for the next six years. It is expected that 65 million hopeful Filipinos will go to each designated polling place to cast their vote from 6am to 7pm.

Hopefully, all the political bickering that is tearing the country apart will also end when electoral outcomes having been determined. While political mudslinging may seem typical in a democratic setting, the continuous political division will not help to achieve the cause of the Filipino people for a better future.

We just had a politically divisive election and the people want an end to political mudslinging and want those elected leaders to focus on genuine service and leadership. regardless of our political affiliations, win or lose they should set aside partisan political differences and work together to find solutions to the country's serious problems. But I doubt if this would happen. The nature of politics will not allow us to walk in that road of unity and peaceful co-existence.

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𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 5𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥.

𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵.

𝘐𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘟'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 "𝘍" 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦.

𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦, "𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴... 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.."

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦, "𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦."

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦, "𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯."

𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦, "𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴."

𝘉𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺'𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦.. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺, "𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰." 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳.

𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯. 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 "𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴.."

𝘈 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘚𝘪𝘹 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.... 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘍. 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘔𝘋.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘳. 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳, "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳* 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦."

𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, "𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

(𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘛𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳. 𝘢𝘵 𝘐𝘰𝘸𝘢 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘨.)

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. . . 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

(𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘣, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺).

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴; 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.

“𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“𝘞𝘩𝘺?” 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧?”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, “𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴,” 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, “𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩.”

𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵, “𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦?

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.”

𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘦?

𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺.

𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘏𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥’𝘴 𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦. . .

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰.

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 "𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵", 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘥.

𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 "𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵" 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘥’𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥’𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 "𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵", 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺.

My Stand On Politics

Bongbong Marcos and Leni Robredo are the key contenders for Philippines’ 2022 presidential election, and many times I was ask if i will be voting for Leni or for Bongbong on this coming May 9 presidential race.

The truth is, I don’t care much about Philippine politics or politics in general and I will not be voting on election day as I am going to uphold my neutrality.

Yes. I will be neutral when it comes to politics. You might wonder what was the reason why I choose the path of not favoring one candidate over another?


History teaches us a lesson that no human ruler or political leader have successfully solve the problem of poverty, crimes, disease, wars and other societal problems through politics. Sadly, all the good things promise by politicians are just promised that will only serve as a testament for their inability to fulfill what they have swear to their constituent.

Take the case of the EDSA Revolution which should be the embodiment of hope that will bring change and prosperity in the life of every filipino turns out to be a big disappointment and I don’t think any of these political parties and candidates in our time, would be different.

Consequently, politics also divide us, as a family, as a nation and as a human race. Centuries of class struggle has just created chaos, resentment and hate for fellow human and it even put us in the brink of human extinction. Take for example the result of geopolitics which brought us to the Ukraine-Russia war and that pres. Putin threatens the western world with the use of nuclear weapon.

Yes. Being politically neutral spare me of the disappointment as i have already said that no politician on earth can fulfill his promised, no matter how noble it is.

When a political party or candidate lies, corrupt and oppress the people, it is only rational to put also the blame on those who campaign and voted to sit that corrupt and abusive political leader into power. They should share in the sins of their elected political leader.

My Thoughts on Blogging

Since teachers work now requires longer period of time in front of computer monitor, perhaps its also a good thing to be active on fb by posting our thoughts such as this.

apparently it's not just me that doesn't share their innermost thoughts or post their photos with thought narrative on Facebook. But why not?

i think as a teacher, i feel oblige to share my thoughts for the purpose of learning. It is a fact that people are intrinsically motivated to share their thoughts with others. I suppose it's the same online, we share our thoughts with friends. The difference is the number of people we can reach with that 'thought' on social media and the fact that it's written down, in a picture or video.

Either way we share because we receive pleasure rewards, aside from the benefits of mental and intellectual exercise.

Not to undermine the negative effect of social media, specially on children, I think it is still the best tools use to engage people in learning on personal and professional basis.

𝙄𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙬-𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙖 𝙉𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 - 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 19, 2022

A big congratulations for these two wonderful person, Rowena and Efren, on reaching this milestone of conjugal bliss. I’ve seen nothing more satisfying than two people coming together to become one with loved.

I am happy to have witnessed you tie the knot and I highly esteemed to be a part of such a special event. May your journey continue on to days of conjugal cheer and we pray that God may favor your marriage all the days of your union as you continue asking for His guidance.

God bless and more blessings to come!!