A LETTER TO THE FUTURE PERFORMERS

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Dear Future Performers

We all are doing our best to improve our vocabulary in situationship, casual and live-in relationships, tinder, mingle, BF/GF, a friend with benefits, friend zone, open relationship, and the list is endless. I appreciate the efforts we are putting in to fulfill our present temptations and overcome peer pressure of "being cool." I salute this entire process of building society's upcoming most relaxed parents. The generation gap is considered an old-school immature behavior nowadays.


Losing virginity, multiple heartbreaks, insecurity blended with anxiety, suffering from trauma, and having GF/BFs are the milestones of successful adulting. The coming generation is too blessed to be deprived of the actual meaning and understanding of devotion, dedication, dignity, soul-mate, karmic contracts, spiritual consciousness, awakening, and healing. 


Our upbringing has naturally inbuilt us the seekers of kindness, compassion, care, respect, and love. The understanding of a higher vibrational self is called loneliness, and the identification of soul connection/bond is replaced by infatuation/bondage by gen z and alpha. I am pleased with how we will teach (without learning) the importance of manifestation, contemplation, and introspection to seek permanent pleasures over temporary happiness. 


"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper." ~ W.B. Yeats



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