Preface
I do not know how this actually happened. I guess writing was not what I intended to do but inspiration overwhelmed me and this is the product of that little inspiration. Inspiration is such an underrated seed of faith, or so I would like to call it that. A piece of literature, in any form, is a beautiful art piece that was at first, just a tiny seed of inspiration, which was miraculously and supernaturally formed in the minds of writers. This inspiration would soon become a sprout of faith, a hope that one day it will become a work of fine art, to inspire and encourage; to soothe and calm; to work its way into people’s lives and touch them. With enough water, sunshine and nutrients, I do hope this seed that I decide to plant here will one day do the same for anyone, who by any chance, picked this up and reads it.
To be able to write this, I must first of all thank the people who have subtly or overtly, in some way or other, good or bad, inspired, encouraged, and motivated me to translate that tiny seed of inspiration in me into this faith. I sincerely hope that this seed of inspiration and sprout of faith will one day grow and be a good source of comfort to anyone who finds it.
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