In a world where shadows often whisper, where the clamor of discord tries to drown the quiet grace, I stand as an observer, eyes wide open, yet unburdened by the weight of malevolence.

I choose to witness the world through a lens of light, where joy and peace illuminate even the darkest corners. The echoes of righteousness guide me, a beacon in the murky depths where doubt and discord linger.

Each day, I deliberate on my vision, filtering through the darkness with a discerning gaze, finding the flickers of hope amidst the cold, indifferent void. I see not the chaos, but the calm that can be woven into its fabric, not the bitterness, but the sweetness that stands resilient against the tide.

Evil exists, undeniable and persistent, a shadow cast by the imperfections of human hearts. Yet, I redirect my focus, choosing to bestow no more energy than necessary upon its presence. I deny it the power to shape my...