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There are so many things in life we chase We think we can buy them, ship them, or import them. But life itself is a precious gift, Given to us in a moment, without price or packaging.

We can buy things, yes. But we cannot buy peace. We cannot import joy. We cannot order fulfillment.

These are treasures that don’t come in parcels. They grow in silence, They are birthed from within.

I have sat down and watched life unfold, and, I’ve realized something: True peace is not for sale. Happiness isn’t in the malls, It lives in gratitude, in love, in meaning.

I thought of you, my friend, And I thought of how much we search outside For what was never meant to be exported or imported. Some gifts are simply meant To be discovered within.