Missing HomeSometimes when we may experience a feeling of nostalgia, and a longing for our Home, it does not really mean that our Home is somewhere out there in the stars. It means that we start remembering our own divine Self. We miss, it and we want to be reconnected to what is truly ours. We always can, at any moment, turn to our hearts. When we raise the feeling of gratitude and appreciation for who we are, we know we are at Home.
The key to valuing something is to lose it and then realize how rare it was__fter which you pray like mad to regain what you foolishly lost. The value of an item often depends upon how hard it is to attain.
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The key to valuing something is to lose it and then realize how rare it was__fter which you pray like mad to regain what you foolishly lost. The value of an item often depends upon how hard it is to attain.
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