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Our Flame will never be Extinguished

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  Our Flame will never be Extinguished The chosen elite who entered the rotting, worm-eaten confessional to seize the primrose were never saviours sent to bring lasting peace or settled order. That was merely vanity blazoned across their heraldry. In truth, they were the indispensable stewards of the loop, anointed not to break the wheel, but to ensure its teeth kept grinding. They took the pale, delicate bloom, the Acclimatisation Society’s consecrated symbol of subjugation, fully aware that planting it within the unyielding ironstone would provoke the very friction keeping the world aflame. They required the transgression; they needed the spark. For the empire does not endure by resting in triumph, but feeds upon the perpetual, exhausting struggle of its own unfinished conquest. As rebels swarm the grand, baroque plazas and consume the cathedral of yesterday, they believe they are dismantling their oppressors' fortress. Raising torches, they watch ancient spires dissolve into a t...
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Sad Sad Songs

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Questions


  • Are your dream realistic?
  • When do you move on?
  • What do you have that you need to let go?
  • How do you give up riding a dead horse?
  • How do you replace a failure with a new dream?
  • Should you disengage because of difficulty?
  • How do you create a brighter future when the present is dark?

Statements


  • Finding it difficult in deciding how to move past an issue.
  • Only remembering emotionally stimulated events and not day by day activity.
  • It is a challenge to keep up and move with change.

Emotional Intelligence

  • recognize your own emotions and how they affect your thoughts and behavior, know your strengths and weaknesses, and have self-confidence.
  • You’re able to control impulsive feelings and behaviors, manage your emotions in healthy ways, take initiative, follow through on commitments, and adapt to changing circumstances.
  • You can understand the emotions, needs, and concerns of other people, pick up on emotional cues, feel comfortable socially, and recognize the power dynamics in a group or organization.
  • You know how to develop and maintain good relationships, communicate clearly, inspire and influence others, work well in a team, and manage conflict. 


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