On July 31, 2024
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Focus on commonalities

One month ends, another begins. I do hope you get the chance to catch your breath a bit. Not just because you’re tired and not just because you need rest. But because the month of August is set up to be one of the most dynamic months when it comes to information overload, constant barrages of word salads and propaganda. 

There is so much going on in the world and chances are, very little to nothing of it is impacting your daily life. Alas, it’s difficult to not connect to it, feel empathic to it or wonder what on Earth is going on. 

Each time you open your social media, every other account you follow posts about the same thing. Each time you turn on the news — if you still do that, you’re being told what to think about it. 

You might have a conversation with family or a friend and they have a 180-degree take on the very topic that’s on your mind. You see, that’s how they want it. It’s the old school divide and conquer tactic. Savages thrive in chaos and chaos provides the savages a sense of purpose with their purposeless lives.

Instead of fighting over differing beliefs and opinions, try focusing on the common values and the peace and prosperity we still have time to enjoy.

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