An epiphany is tantamount to the sweetest melody.
When that chord vibrates, it has the propensity to shake the very foundation of what we consider sacred.
I’ve realized that I must have the wherewithal to let the demolition ensue so that I can build anew.
The fear of losing who I am, who I was yesterday, must be replaced with the bubbling anticipation of what will rise from the ashes tomorrow.
God doesn’t need to shout, because whispering is enough.
“I ain’t scared”
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