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Marketing!

 This week, my sister and I visited a place where people usually tend to go, to seek PEACE , or to find solace if you will.

The building's bright red pillars and the gold exterior seemed a little too flashy to my taste.

I asked my sister, if such extravagance was necessary .

She said," yes, it's called marketing. People are more drawn to flashy,extravagant things. "

Me," but if PEACE is what you are seeking and if the place is offering it , why does the exterior matter?? "

She answered , " It matters. Haven't you seen any commercials? The more bright and flashy they are, the more they sell their products. If they were to hold these peace sessions in a shack or a shabby hut, not many people will come. They are trying to spread their message and unfortunately people won't come even if it's for free. You yourself wouldn't have come here either if it wasn't for this flashy building and the facade. You were attracted by it too. Don't say no."

She then kept on talking, " and that's why you don't have many followers on your social media because you don't sugar coat anything and there is no opulence in your content. You don't know how to gold plate your posts."

My sister is so smart.

Sisters say the darndest things.

Sisters always say the truth

I love my sisters.

Do you have any sisters or siblings who aren't afraid to tell you exactly how it is, without sugar coating?

By the way, the interior of the Pagoda is a single standing dome, no pillars, just plain and simple, no decorations, windows or anything. No opulence or extravagance of any kind. One could find the PEACE inside if it was truly what one was seeking.

P.S . Also, all the sessions are free to anyone who wants to attend.

This post is only about sisterly love, conversation between sisters.

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