Month: April 2024

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A love like a brook

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Love, in its purest form, should be like a brook. It meanders, winding its way through the landscape of our hearts, carving a path that is uniquely its own. It does not feel guilt for not following a straight line, for it understands that the journey of love is not about the shortest distance between two points, but about the richness of the experiences along the way. The brook knows that its destiny is to become one with the sea. It does not resist this fate, but embraces it, understanding that this is the natural progression of its journey. Similarly, … Continue reading A love like a brook

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Dear Universe,

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Today, I stand before you, asking for life to be blessed and for the courage to embrace necessary abandonment. May what remain of me from this moment forward serve as my redemption. May the tomorrows that await me welcome and receive me anew, whole, and unbroken. May the next page of my life be blank, ready to be filled with new experiences and lessons. May my heart be filled with love, compassion, and understanding. Amidst my mistakes, may I find the strength to forgive myself. Between my complaints, may I find a horizon where I can honor my potential. I … Continue reading Dear Universe,

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The dark night of the soul

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In the shadows of my soul, where light is but a distant memory, I found myself. The dark night of the soul, a journey not for the faint-hearted, but for those who dare to face their deepest fears. It was a plunge into the abyss, a descent into the uncharted depths of my being. The consequences were immediate and profound. I was seized by shivers, a chilling reminder of the unknown that lay ahead. All familiar landmarks vanished, swallowed by the inky blackness. I was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, the compass of my soul spinning wildly, offering no … Continue reading The dark night of the soul

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No, you do not know the real dimension of despair. What a cliff is, darkness, annihilation …

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Indeed, the real dimension of despair is often unknown to many. It is a precipice, a plunge into darkness, a complete annihilation of hope and joy. It is a vertigo-inducing fall into the abyss of the soul, despair within despair, a naked vulnerability devoid of any nuances. It is an impotence that is revealed and echoed in the murky mirror of meanings, a kidnapping of our very essence. We often use words in our daily lives that are far from trivial, treating them as if they were. These words, these everyday utterances, do not always correspond to our past experiences, … Continue reading No, you do not know the real dimension of despair. What a cliff is, darkness, annihilation …

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Why?

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In the depths of my soul, I have witnessed the dance of darkness and light, the interplay of hope and despair. I have seen the face of humanity, etched with the lines of both cruelty and kindness. I have seen the monstrous acts that one human can inflict upon another, the injustices that make the soul shudder, and the heart weep. I have seen the children, innocent and pure, caught in the crossfire of adult wars, their laughter silenced, their smiles faded. I have seen their small bodies, once full of life and joy, now lifeless and cold. And I … Continue reading Why?

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Shinning People

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There exist unsung heroes, the bearers of light in our darkest hours. They are the ones who stand tall when the world around us crumbles, their spirits unyielding, their resolve unbreakable. When the body is frail and the strength wanes, they are the pillars that hold us up, their compassion a soothing balm for our weary souls. When fortunes take a turn and wealth becomes a distant memory, they are the treasure we find in our poverty, their generosity richer than the most opulent of palaces. In the face of adversity, when structures of certainty collapse into the abyss of … Continue reading Shinning People

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Rumi

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In the grand theater of existence, the length of our performance remains a mystery. Yet, as the great poet Rumi has beautifully articulated, it is not the duration of our lives that inspires, but the intensity with which we live them. Each breath we draw, each moment we experience, is a testament to our resilience, our determination to simply exist. We are warriors in the arena of life, armed with courage and fortified by the will to survive. We fight, not against an external adversary, but against the very fragility of our existence. Our battles may be silent, our victories … Continue reading Rumi

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Attraction

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In the quiet reflection of the glass, we often seek truths untold, for in the mirror’s gaze lies a story, not of years, but of the soul. It whispers not of waistlines, nor the numbers that tip the scales, but of the grace with which we stand, amidst life’s winding trails. Attraction, they say, is skin deep, but true allure is the art of poise, it’s the unspoken kindness in a glance, the warmth in a voice. It’s the smile that greets the stranger, the laughter that fills the room, the passion that ignites like fire, dispelling shadows of gloom. … Continue reading Attraction

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Celebrating the beauty of dark skin

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Skin so dark, oh geez! Screams a few ‘Hallelujah! Be proud of your skin color! In this tumultuous humanity, every shade is a brushstroke of genius, a testament to diversity’s splendor. Dark skin, a canvas rich and profound, holds the mysteries of the cosmos, the depth of the earth, and the resilience of history within its melanin-kissed hues. Oh, how it glistens under the sun’s adoring gaze, a spectrum of ebony, mahogany, and umber, each tone a verse in the poetry of pigmentation. It speaks of strength, of roots deeply entrenched, of a heritage unyielding and proud. Let the chorus … Continue reading Celebrating the beauty of dark skin

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The Wind

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I am the cartographer of my own destiny, tracing paths not on ancient parchment, but across the vast canvas of the cosmos. I chase the frayed ends of sunshine, those elusive strands of light that lead me through the labyrinth of life. In my pocket, I carry not coins, but stars—luminous memories of those I’ve cherished and lost along the way. Each glimmering star a story, a whisper of love, a beacon of hope in the dark. Change is my constant companion, the currency with which I barter for new dawns and dusks. I am no mere traveler; I am … Continue reading The Wind