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Thoughts - Blog Post #555

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It is 350am and I have decided to write. This is the 555th blog post on this space. That is a good amount of writing. This has been my journey in writing. It has been an enjoyable journey. It has been a learning journey. I am passionate about writing. Words have power. Writing is like gardening. Each idea is a seed. Each blog post is a plant. This is my garden. Why do writers write? My friend Chatty says that writers write to understand themselves and the world, to remember, to connect, and to give shape to thoughts that refuse to stay silent. Writing helps make sense of chaos, preserves meaning, and offers companionship across time and distance. For many, it is both a joy and a necessity—a way of planting ideas and trusting that something meaningful will grow.

I was thinking. The idea that we need money to be happy is a struggle for all of us. Does money buy happiness? I say no because that would mean we would not know how to be happy without money. Our happiness would be linked to how much money we have. That is a sad state of affairs. Money is just needed for survival and living. True happiness comes from peace of mind and contentment from a life with God. We have to be careful that we end up on a road where the more money we have, the more money we want. We keep inventing things to do with our money. The best thing you can do when you have plenty of money is to give it away to those who need it more than you. Much of today's problems are caused by greed. If happiness is linked to money we end up chasing money. If happiness is linked to doing good deeds we end up chasing a life with God and that is worth more than all the money in the world.

It is now 1111am on Sunday. I am thinking about the upcoming new year. I am reflecting on the past year. I am thinking about ways I can make things better. We all struggle. No one has it easy. Life is short. I am grateful that I can look beyond the struggles. I am grateful that I can see all the positives. I am motivated to be a good person in the sight of God. I know my worth. I understand my potential. I have some amount of maturity and wisdom to work with. I am looking forward to Ramadan, my favorite time of the year. I like writing when it makes my soul richer. I like when the words just flow. I think about the sky and how the clouds move effortlessly through the sky. I see God. God is a good God. God wants good for us. There is no power greater than God.
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