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The older I get the more I realize I want one thing in my life more than anything else:Peace.Well, maybe two things beca...
19/06/2026

The older I get the more I realize I want one thing in my life more than anything else:
Peace.

Well, maybe two things because I also want Mexican food, but you know.
I want peace.

I want friendships that aren’t fragile. I want relationships that aren’t volatile. I want people in my life where the connection between us isn’t delicate—where it isn’t easily broken. Where you trust me and I trust you and things are talked out.

I want it all as comfortable as possible…like sweatpants that are worn in and cozy and allows room for growth and grace in the same way drawstrings work.

I don’t want bad with anyone. I don’t want bitterness, or anger, or awkwardness when we see each other. I can’t handle any of that “are we speaking? Are we not speaking? Are we friends? Are we cool face to face, but behind my back you’re spitting fire and bringing my name down?”

I’m full. Motherhood is a mental workout all day, every day. Adulthood in general is pretty stressful. Bills and work and deadlines and all of that business.

I don’t want any drama. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not even in tiny doses. None. If you throw it my way, I hate to disappoint you, but I will not even attempt to catch it.
I don’t want chaos, or turmoil, or any of that. I don’t want gossip. I don’t want to hear secrets that may or may not even be true. I mean…I’ll keep your secrets for sure, but I’m just going to extend compassion and assume everybody is doing the best they possibly can.

And I’m good on the tea. I don’t need any. I prefer that fizzy, flavored water stuff anyway. Maybe a Diet Dr. Pepper.

I want peace.

And I’ve learned that sometimes it’s not really about keeping the peace. It’s about creating peace.

It’s about confronting things head-on. It’s about asking good questions. It’s about listening. It’s about keeping my ridiculous knee-jerk reactions to myself. It’s about refusing to brush the difficult stuff under the rug and pretend it doesn’t exist until that rug becomes a mountain in-between me and my friend. It’s about talking things out and approaching every situation with kindness first.

It’s about apologizing.

It’s about maturity.

It’s about boundaries and knowing that even when I give my best, not everyone will appreciate it, want it, or like it.

It’s about loving them and letting them go from there.

I know I’m a mess sometimes and I’m insecure and prideful and I make so many mistakes. I’m so imperfect. I just…

I dunno.

I want peace.

I want it to ooze out of me. I want it in me. I want it on me. I want it around me. I want it to come through me.

No matter what anyone else is doing.
I want peace.

And tacos and stuff, obviously.

19/06/2026

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“I had to pretend it didn’t hurt… when my own son walked past me and didn’t even say hello.”Don Ernesto was 67 years old...
19/06/2026

“I had to pretend it didn’t hurt… when my own son walked past me and didn’t even say hello.”

Don Ernesto was 67 years old and had a plastic chair in front of his house where he spent his afternoons. Not for pleasure—out of habit. His wife had passed away three years ago, and since then, his only reason to go outside was to see if anyone would recognize him. His son, Camilo, had moved to the city. He promised to visit. To call. To send something. But the only things that arrived were bills… and silence.

One ordinary Friday, Ernesto went to the town center to collect his pension. While waiting in line at the bank, he saw him. Camilo. Taller now, wearing office clothes, looking rushed. He recognized him instantly. His legs trembled. He smiled and raised a hand… but Camilo looked straight at him, frowned… and kept walking. As if he didn’t know him. As if the man who raised him was just another stranger.

Ernesto didn’t follow him. He didn’t shout. He just lowered his hand. His eyes burned, but he didn’t cry. Instead, he bought a bag of bread, walked home, and sat in his chair. That night, he didn’t eat dinner. He just thought. Thought about the nights Camilo was sick and he wouldn’t sleep. About the times he walked miles to buy him school notebooks. About the shoes he patched with glue. And about everything he never asked for in return… except one thing: not to be forgotten.

Since then, when people ask if he has children, he replies:
“I had.”

Not out of resentment, but out of truth.
Because he realized there are abandonments worse than leaving someone on the street: leaving them alive… but without presence.
And though he still waits for him, it’s no longer with hope. Only with the certainty that he raised him to fly… but not to disappear.

“Some children grow so much… they no longer have room for the memory of those who lifted them with empty hands.”

𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸? 💔Many years ago, in a small town in ...
19/06/2026

𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸? 💔
Many years ago, in a small town in North Carolina, a little boy lay sick in bed. He looked up at his father with teary eyes and said, , “𝗗𝗮𝗱... 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀.” He couldn’t stop coughing. No medicine seemed to help. Nothing brought him peace.

His father, Lunsford Richardson, was a local pharmacist. But that night, he wasn’t just a man who mixed medicines—he was a helpless father watching his child suffer.

Heartbroken and desperate, he went into his small lab and started mixing everything he had— 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗿, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗹, 𝗲𝘂𝗰𝗮𝗹𝘆𝗽𝘁𝘂𝘀 --- hoping to find something that would ease his son's pain. What he made was a thick ointment. He gently rubbed it on his child’s chest—and for the first time in days, his son could finally breathe and sleep.
That healing balm would later become what we know today as 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗩𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗥𝘂𝗯.

At first, no one believed in him. People shut their doors, laughed at his idea. But in 1918, when the deadly flu spread across the world, everyone turned to that same ointment for relief. It became a light in the darkness—bringing comfort to thousands.

But the most painful part? One of Lunsford’s own sons had passed away before he made the formula. He never got the chance to heal the very child he loved so deeply.

That loss broke him—but it also gave him strength. He poured his love and pain into helping other families.

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹—𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸—𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 F͟͟A͟͟T͟͟H͟͟E͟͟R͟͟’S͟͟ L͟͟O͟͟V͟͟E͟͟ 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗽.
Echoes of Insight

SIX LEADERSHIP PRINCIPLES TO LEARN FROM AN EAGLE....1. Eagles fly Alone and at High Altitudes.They don't fly with sparro...
19/06/2026

SIX LEADERSHIP PRINCIPLES TO LEARN FROM AN EAGLE....

1. Eagles fly Alone and at High Altitudes.
They don't fly with sparrows, ravens, and other small birds.

MEANING; Stay away from narrow-minded people, those that bring you down. Eagle flies with Eagles. Keep good company.

2. Eagles have an Accurate Vision. They have the ability to focus on something as far as 5km away. No matter the obstacles, the eagle will not move his focus from the prey until he grabs it.

MEANING; Have a vision and remain focused no matter what the obstacles and you will succeed.

3. Eagles do not Eat Dead things. They Feed only on Fresh Prey.

MEANING; Do not rely on your past success, keep looking for new frontiers to conquer. Leave your past where it belongs, in the past.

4. Eagles Love the Storm.
When clouds gather, the eagle gets excited, the eagle uses the storms wind to lift itself higher. Once it finds the wind of the storm, the eagle uses the raging storm to lift itself above the clouds. This gives the eagle an opportunity to glide and rest its wings. In the meantime, all the other birds hide in the branches and leaves of the tree.

MEANING; Face your challenges head on knowing that these will make you emerge stronger and better than you were. We can use the storms of life to rise to greater heights. Achievers are not afraid to rise to greater heights. Achievers are not afraid of challenges, rather they relish them and use them profitably.

5. Eagles Prepare for Training;
They remove the feathers and soft grass in the nest so that the young ones get uncomfortable in preparation for flying and eventually flies/ when it becomes unbearable to stay in the nest./

MEANING; Leave your Comfort Zone, there is No Growth there.

6. When the Eagle Grows Old,
His feathers becomes weak and cannot take him as fast and as high as it should. This makes him weak and could make him die. So he retires to a place far away in the mountains. While there, he plucks out the weak feathers on his body and breaks its beaks and claws against the rocks until he is completely bare; a very bloody and painful process. Then he stays in this hiding place until he has grown new feathers, new beaks and claws and then he comes out flying higher than before.

MEANING; We occasionally need to shed off old habit no matter how difficult, things that burden us or add no value to our lives should be let go of.

18/06/2026

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