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Divine Spark Rising
By the time they are two, their choices are
already shaping them. Some reach out, some hold
back. And then one pauses, takes a different step,
and I see it.
Beneath it all lies a self untouched by names or
roles. The old words echo: “I am before I am.”
Before masks. Before the lies we tell to survive.
Before the pretending. We don’t lose that self, Lina.
We bury it. And the way back is choice.
It’s your choices that build your life. Not your
talent. Not your gifts. Not even your luck. Talent
fades. Gifts get wasted. Luck runs out. But choices,
they stick. They shape everything.
And here’s the secret: you don’t need a hundred
perfect choices. Just one. One true choice. Make it,
and the next one appears.
That’s how your spark rises. Not in a flash. Not
in a miracle. But in the moments you stop
pretending and choose what’s real.
Most choices don’t roar. They whisper. A word
you could speak. A step you could take. We don’t
invent choices. We uncover them.
Wherever you are, I hope this letter finds you. I
hope you’ve found your way. And if not, I hope
you know you still can.
Always, Henry
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