I sat by my father’s hospital bed. The sun was setting, its reflection on the river poetic in its raw beauty. We sat quietly. He seemed so far away as he stared into space. I knew then he had lost the will to live. When I commented on the beauty of the sunset he said only, yes, in a childlike way. His eyes were vacant, spiritless.
Finding Your Voice: The Power of Authentic Expression
Listen to what this article is about: Do you ever feel like your thoughts and ideas hide behind a curtain, just waiting to be revealed? It's totally normal to want the freedom to express yourself genuinely and confidently. Finding your voice is a journey of...
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