"We are so quiet, so loud, so mysterious, so predictable, Human paradigms, as the moon rises full, and bright, our paradigms shifts and suddenly all of our downfalls are clearly seen like a movie in front of you, In front of the full moon, you take off your clothes before its light along with every single piece of mistake you ever made, You get rid of it all, You erase your ego, You are suddenly a small child, scared and human Leap year It is said that the full moon comes 13 times in a year, 12 months in a year, this year was a leap year Every four years there is an extra day added in the calendar, an extra day, an extra opportunity, an extra chance How can we we claim to be so human if we question even the science of God's creation God reminds us that in leap years, second, third, and infinite chances to exist, and full moons are a reminder that we can change our karma's, and that we are meant to be misunderstood and that is all okay, Last night, during the full moon I surrendered all of the heavy baggage that I was carrying for the last 10 years, I saw a flash back of my life in the blink of an eye as tears rolled down my face, For the first time I knew what faith felt like, It was a sign that God still exists in the places we least expect and that second, third, and thousand and endless chances are what keeps us from the dark."
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