The current state of world affairs is leading citizens to anger, depression, trauma, and tragedy, leaving individuals without roles, identity, or purpose.

We need challenges to grow; stagnation brings self-destruction.

Connection gives us purpose; without it, identity fades, and the spirit dies.

"Attach emotions to a lie, and it will become a fundamental truth".

You know how powerful emotions are. Human lives revolve around emotions. Emotions can be so strong that they change our perceptions. And they are so malleable. Anybody can use emotions to build lies or destroy truth.

Today, I'm going to talk to you about "Nourelianne," a short story I wrote some years ago.

I included "Nourelianne" in my short story collection "Clandestine Gospel."

As a storyteller, writing short stories is for me an extraordinary exercise in creativity, research, and passion for writing.

The world the writer presents to their readers is an illusion.

If the illusion captures the reader's attention, then the readers will be immersed in the writer's world, and the book may become a success.

A dream is a mirror

In it, you see yourself realized

On the other hand

An unfulfilled dream

Is the same mirror

The same mirror, which is now broken

On Bears and Bombs

(A short story by Sal Godoij.)

1.- A grizzly bear attacked a group of children and teachers in British Columbia, Canada.

2.- Teachers are held in high regard for their bravery in confronting the bear and saving the children. They are heroes.

3.- More than 350 grizzly bears in average are destroyed every year.

4.- Police and other forces are hunting the bear.

There is a bridge out there that takes you to whatever you consider impossible.

That bridge is humour.

My mother taught me my first steps in life

Holding my hand, she told me

To place one foot forward

Balance

And move the other onward

If you ask me, 'Have you ever loved?' I would answer, 'Yes, I have loved.'

However, your question brings me reminiscences of a past love that is always in my memories.

Yes, and when I think of her, I wonder where she is now, she, my first love.

In an altar, or in a star

Where is she?

Tell me something about her

I must find her

Somewhere in my dreams

O, merciful solitude!

I'm sure that your mother and father

Deserve the honour you hold in them

Not because it is God's commandment

It's more than that

Not because they gave you life

It's more than that

It is for what they have done afterwards

Questions for you: How do you choose the subject of your novel? What inspires you? Do you believe in channelled information, I mean, a voice that comes to you in dreams to reveal to you extraordinary details, persons, places, and events? Does this voice motivate you to write? I would love to start a discussion on this topic.

Oh, success, what do we learn from you?

Since Creation, alas, you bewitch those who call you

And reward those who you answer, oh, you!

Like dry leaves from the Fall, we end us all

Remember, whether you are rich or poor

Strive to be a good person

If you are rich, be generous

You never know whose lives

Your generosity may change

Mostly, if those you help are children

Out of curiosity, I asked this one question to ChatGPT: Will you ever be an independent, trustworthy entity?

And this is what ChatGPT answered:

"Grandpa, how was the world made?"

Oh boy, oh boy, let me tell you:

The world was made entirely from the shell of a peanut.

"Oh, grandpa, I don't think so, that from the shell of a peanut the entire world was made."

Well dear, if you don't believe so

Then I shall explain you another way
How was the world made, is the question you ask

Let me tell you that at the beginning

There was this garden. The Garden of Eden, where one flower was born.

Beyond despair, beyond the glare

The Land of Healing Souls lies somewhere

You could reach it; you could make the journey if you dare.

You need no engines to go there, no wings

Carry nothing for this journey, no things

Suffice your will, your will suffice

The tongue can be very elastic, but it can stretch only to the limits of one's knowledge.

It cannot move further. Beyond that, it becomes a loose and lost tongue.

So, speak to your heart before addressing others.

On the other hand, the ears can listen near and far.

You've opened a wound, but don't think about it
You don't have to mull over it

Somewhere around your space

Suspended, the wound observes you

"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."

Please consider how many life lessons we can learn from the wisdom enclosed in this sentence!

To all that has been written and spoken about it, for the audience's benefit, I invite you to add something that comes from your will to succeed, derived from your own experience, failures and wins, and from what you have gathered from your deeper strength.

Thank you for reading and commenting.