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Quit Marching Down Dead Roads: The Trap of the Fruitless Tree

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Quit Marching Down Dead Roads: The Trap of the Fruitless Tree Look at your daily routine. Look at the calls you answer, the hours you surrender to a corporate logo, the conversations you indulge, and the checks you cash. You are sweating, grinding, and running yourself into an early grave. But when you look up at the branches at the end of your day, what are you actually harvesting? The Wolof elders from Senegal gave us an uncompromising law of nature: "No path leads to a fruitless tree." In the natural order, creation doesn't waste calories. A trail is beaten down into the dirt because generations found food, medicine, and clean water at the end of it. Nobody stomps a highway into the brush just to stare at dead wood. Yet millions of us wake up every single morning, lace up our shoes, and run full-speed down wide, paved boulevards that dead-end at a barren stump. We chase titles that feed our ego while starving our spirit. We maintain loyalty to toxic relationships and p...

Till we meet again

I havent poured a libation since you left,
My tears are the testament of the sorrow that I feel, and pray they will push you threw.
These are the tears of a selfish man. For they are not for you but for the empty space left by your living this life.
But we will meet again
Your life has etched the map for me to follow to the ultimate place of rest, and i am grateful for the time we spent and i glance at the picture of you holding and now I hold your memory as tightly.
I wont and cant say goodbye, lets just part and say till we meet again....


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