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"Fame Fades. Purpose Remains."





 Welcome, dear friend, consider this.
When the applause fades…
When the spotlight dims…
When the game ends… what remains?
The grand stage.
The roaring crowds.
The shining lights.
The court.
The field.
The ring.
These are the arenas where names are made…
Where egos rise… and eventually fade.
Where the world watches… but only for a while.
 But when it’s all gone… what truly remains?

But listen closely, old friend…
Applause is a fleeting guest.
Fame? 
A shadow that vanishes when the sun sets.
Sure, you may be celebrated in the world of appearances.
They may cheer your name.
They may even write it in lights.
But when the lights dim…
When the crowd disappears…
When the seats grow cold…
What remains?
The shine?
It fades.
The trophies?
They gather dust.
The ego?
It collapses when the curtain falls…
No one shows up…
No one is watching…
No one is feeding it…
When the story ends…
It won’t matter how loud they cheered.
It won’t matter how big your stage was.
What truly matters…
Is how deeply you’ve come home to yourself.
Your purpose in life?
It’s not found in the applause.
It’s found in that quiet knowing…
The knowing of who you really are.
It’s about remembering who you are beneath the noise, behind the masks... and the borrowed applause.
That’s what truly matters in life.
That’s the journey.
 No lights. 
No cheers.
 No applause needed. 
Just Remembering!

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