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"Real Struggles Don’t Come from the World—They Come from Within!"




Welcome, dear friends.

There’s a saying: “Money is the root of all evil.”
But is it really?

Money, in truth, is just energy; it's neither inherently good nor evil; it's a neutral force, a tool, a bridge between need and fulfillment. It carries no judgment, only the value we assign to it. 

Money does not corrupt;

attachment to it does.

Our desire, fear, and need to own, control, and possess do as well.

And this isn’t just about money.
It’s about love. Power. Even happiness.
We chase what we believe will complete us—
“the other.”
And when it fails… we point fingers.
At money. At people. At life.

But what if the real battle isn’t out there?
What if the storm is within—
born from our expectations, our attachments, our refusal to simply be?

What if we let go of clinging?
And learned to flow?
What if we stopped chasing what’s next and learned to love and appreciate what is?

Here’s the truth:
The real problem isn’t the world.
It’s us.

The world is only a mirror reflecting what already exists within.

And when that mirror fades—when the reflection stills—the unrest begins.

Not because the mirror is gone,
but because there’s nothing left to distract us from the truth we’ve buried the longest:
Who we really are!

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