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To walk a spiritual path is to walk barefoot on rough ground. It is not a gentle invitation wrapped in comfort, but a summons that strips away everything you thought you were.

When a Higher Power chooses you, it is not because you are the strongest or the most prepared. It is because, deep within, there is something unbreakable- even if you do not yet know it. The choosing is not protection from storms; it is an immersion in them. The chosen are not spared the fire; they are forged in it.

My journey was never smooth. It was raw, relentless, and often lonely. There were nights I questioned if I could endure, if the silence would ever lift, if the light would ever return. Yet the very roughness of the road became my teacher. Each hardship was a chisel, carving me back to my truest self.

This is not the story of ease. It is the story of endurance, of breaking and blooming, of storms that stripped me down so that petals could rise from what remained . It is the story of what it means to be chosen, and what it costs and what it gives back, in ways the soul alone can measure.

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