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»Millennial Age«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, November 9, 2018

We freely give love
but we do not love
ourselves. Constantly
trying to fit and align
ourselves with society, but
we never align our internal
being. Judgmental and willing
not to understand each other.
Amassing wealth seems to be the
shared dream. Spiritual growth and the
opening of the third eye is no longer important in
this age. technology seems to be the elephant in the room
when communication is no longer what it used to be.

All the possessions we own hide our insecurities as
depression is lurking underneath the false smiles and
affirmations that are posted on social media.

Well, as the millennial age is slowly suffocating,
let us remember there are new doors and knobs to
open, teachings and lessons to gain, new levels of growth
and new devils to face, never lose your authenticity in this
dead age.


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