The Mirror Maker: A Parable of Cause and Creation”

Hey, you—
Standing there, hoping the world out there will shift.
Waiting for someone to notice your artwork.
Your effort,
Your worth.
But here’s the twist—
The world you see?
It’s just a reflection.
A mirror.
"And you… you were never meant to fix the mirror.
You were born to rewrite the story it reflects.
So why wrestle with the outer world of effects,
When the true power lies within the cause"?

"Maybe you're not fate's puppet...

You’re the author of the form.
The world doesn’t shape you—
You shape the world.

"Listen up…

Why choose struggle?

Why resist what is?

Why argue with life?

when you were born to flow —

to dance with the current,

not fight the tide?"

Learn to...

Let go.
Breathe.
Close your eyes—not in escape, but in remembrance.
The treasure you seek?
It was never buried out there.
It lives in the silent genie lamp of your mind.
Pause.
Imagine.
Feel it real.
And watch—
As the outer world shifts,
not because you forced it…
But because you finally remembered where the real magic begins.

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