Listen, Child.

Listen, child. Listen.

Listen, child, to the sound of my voice. Not to the noise that surrounds you.

Listen, child, to my words that are spoken. Not to the ones that are heard.

Listen, softly, with everything you have, to the ones who push you forward. Not to the ones who hold you back.

When you’re weary, listen to the words that give you strength. When you’re afraid, listen to the words that build your courage. When you’re uncertain, listen to the words that reassure you.

Amidst the commotion the world over, there is still tranquility to be found. There is still someplace that welcomes you, warms you and keeps you whole. At times, painfully distant. Other times, only a whisper away. But first, child, you must listen.

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