poniedziałek, 27 lipca 2026

We might believe that all life holds for us in the future is a repetition of what we did yesterday and today. But if we pay attention, we realize that no two days are alike. Each morning brings a hidden blessing—a blessing meant only for that day, one that can be neither stored away nor squandered. If we do not make use of this miracle today, it will be lost.

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