The world would have you believe that you are an impulse. A stomach to be fed, a reaction that cannot be contained, an urge to be fulfilled.
You are marketed to, tantalized, wooed-in, and teased.
A consumer.
Something to be controlled.
Something to be manipulated.
Something to be used.
But these things are a twist of the reality; a perversion of the truth.
You are a gift.
Designed to be given.
Designed for generosity.
Made in Love.
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