Anointed Simon

The First Day I Met Mary The first time I met Mary, I had a thousand stories swirling in my mind. Maybe it was the air that day, crisp with a quiet kind of excitement, or maybe it was just the way she looked at me—curious, interested, like she was ready to listen. I remember seeing her for the first time, standing with effortless grace, her hair catching the afternoon light just right. She wasn’t trying to stand out, but somehow, she did. And then she smiled. Not just any smile—the kind that made me feel like we had known each other long before this moment. We started talking. It wasn’t forced, and it wasn’t small talk. It was natural, flowing like a river that had found its path. I told her about my life, the courses I had trained in, the things I was passionate about. I expected the usual polite nods, the kind you get when someone is just waiting for their turn to speak. But Mary—she listened. Really listened. Her eyes lit up with curiosity, and she leaned in slightly, like every ...

Changed My Life by Thinking Simon never used to think much about thinking. Life, to him, was something that happened, not something he could shape with his mind. He had always been an average student, not particularly brilliant but not failing either. He grew up in a home where struggle was normal, where his parents worked hard but barely made ends meet. At university, things weren’t much different—he had to juggle his studies with part-time work, deal with financial stress, and fight the constant feeling that he wasn’t good enough. Despite his efforts, nothing seemed to change. He often found himself wondering, Why does life feel so hard? Why do I always seem stuck? One evening, after a long and tiring day, he found himself in the university library, flipping through books absentmindedly. That’s when he overheard a conversation between a professor and a group of students. "Your life is a reflection of your thoughts," the professor was saying. "Think wisely, and y...