Choose yourself, not once, not twice...

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Please don't ever abandon  yourself again.  Especially not in the name of trying to be validated by a temporary connection.  Stop holding on to things that don't demonstrate respect for your value. Start investing in things that remind you of your worth.  You deserve so much more.  And don’t shrink yourself just to fit into spaces that were never meant to hold your light.  Stop explaining your worth to those committed to misunderstanding you. Silence can be dignity too. Choose yourself, not once, not twice, but every single time it feels uncomfortable to do so. Let go without guilt, walk away without fear, and trust that what’s truly yours will never require you to abandon who you are. Grow into someone who feels like home to their own soul. Because at the end of it all,  the longest relationship you’ll ever have is the one you build with yourself.
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DOES THE NIGHTINGALE OWN ITS VOICE....

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Nightingale is the poet of animals.


 Maybe its voice is beautiful because of the sorrows. It has a beautiful voice because it sings the truth.
whoever hears it whether a heretic, a pagan or a Muslim whether a shepherd, a peasant, or a Sultan on a throne even if they are not aware, they feel that the nightingale sings the truth. its voice is beautiful.
whomever has a heart finds beauty in its voice.

The reason of this beauty is because it's sound of the truth.
Just like the nightingale, all the poets are the nightingales of friendship garden.

Once in a while, from a form like nightingale comes a sound chirping the truth to the east, to the west, to the north, to the south to speak the truth while silent then the voice turns to gold from silver.
When someone talks of the truth, the mind falls silent.

Each era has its own high status.
The word of God is manifested differently in every era. In some eras Philosophers, in other eras theologians became the tool.
Spoken disclosure was the fastest. It passes centuries. It becomes fables in the tongues & poems in the hearts. Does the nightingale own its voice?
-Taptukemre

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