Words build worlds. I used to speak without thinking—filling silence with sound, hoping something would land. But now I know: every word is a seed. Every sentence, a spell. What I say shapes what I see. So I speak slower now. Softer. With intention. Because the world doesn’t need more noise. It needs more truth. Today, I choose my words like I choose my steps—deliberately, and with reverence.
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