According Kant’s grounds states: “The only thing that is unconditionally good is a good will.” Kant’s argument for this is quite plausible. Consider everything you consider good: health, wealth, beauty, intelligence, etc. In all cases, you can imagine a situation where this good thing is not good, after all. A person can be corrupted by his wealth. The robust health of a bully makes it easier for him to abuse his victims. The beauty of a person can lead her to become vain and fail to develop her talents. Even happiness is not good if it is the happiness of … Continue reading Goodwill

Outside the window, where the celestial canvas meets the earthly realm, a dance of silver unfolds under the watchful gaze of the moon. The night sky, adorned with shimmering stars, weaves a tapestry of enchantment that transcends the boundaries of the mundane world. In the embrace of moonlight, I am transported to a realm where time stands still, and the constraints of humanity fade into obscurity. As I peer into the ethereal glow, I am liberated from the confines of my earthly existence. The weight of mortal worries and fleeting desires dissipates, and I am enveloped by a sense of … Continue reading Outside the window sky and earth exchange silver. In the moonlight I forget I’m human…

I was once asked to define love, and in that moment, I found myself unraveling the essence of our being. I spoke of love as an intrinsic part of our very souls, a force that courses through our veins, guiding us on a journey to shed our fears and rediscover the truth of who we are. As humans, we are but travelers on this path, seeking to reunite with the love that resides within us, waiting to be embraced. Since the day I confessed my burgeoning affection, I’ve pondered the nature of love, and in my contemplation, I’ve come to … Continue reading My definition of love …

We are all eager to return home, to a place we’ve never been—a place half-remembered and half-imagined, glimpsed only from time to time. Community. Somewhere, there are people with whom we can speak passionately, without words getting stuck in our throats. Somewhere, a circle of hands opens to welcome us, eyes light up when we enter, and voices celebrate with us whenever we are in our own power. Community means a strength that unites our efforts to do the necessary work. Arms to hold us when we falter. A circle of healing. A circle of friends. Somewhere we can be … Continue reading Community

Let the stars remind you that you are one in eight billion, a unique spark in the vast cosmic tapestry. Each twinkle is a whisper of your singularity, a reminder that your existence is a marvel. Let the grass beneath your feet remind you that you are never too old to play. The soft blades beckon you to reconnect with the joy of simplicity, to dance barefoot in the embrace of nature’s gentle touch. Let the clouds remind you that spring rains bring flowers. In their drifting forms, see the promise of renewal and the beauty that follows every storm. … Continue reading Let it shine…

In the land where ancient sands whisper tales of prophets and miracles, a child was born in a humble manger, according to Christian tradition. His name was Jesus, and his arrival heralded a message of love, compassion, and hope for all humanity. But what if, in this modern age, the baby Jesus were to enter a world marred by conflict and suffering, amidst the anguish of a land fraught with loss and despair? In the heart of Palestine, where the cries of thousands echo through the ages, where the innocence of childhood is shattered by the ravages of war, what … Continue reading Unforgiven by Innocence: The Eternal Scars of a Lost Child

Mother, I carry within me the weight of unburied pasts, memories that linger like shadows in the night. Some nights, your daughter feels as if she is tearing herself apart, the pain and sorrow threatening to consume her. But in the morning light, she finds the strength to piece herself back together, to heal the wounds that still ache. I may be a mosaic of broken pieces, but I am also a masterpiece in the making. The scars I bear are a testament to the battles I have fought and the resilience that resides within me. I may not have … Continue reading Mother II

She cries through her letters, aches in her lines, commas, and hyperboles. Her pencil is a tattered garment, gifting beautiful scraps of detail. She finds her victories and poetry in others, but never within her own heart. She blames the sky, the earth, and the thorns for her misalignments. Lost, she forgets her guide and her map. In her confusion, the small voice in the depths of her soul whispers of her losses. She burns the manual of well-being, of rules, all in the name of the rebellion of being. Rebirth is now just a word in the dictionary. Solitary, … Continue reading She and her Metaphor

Oh! May no one give me pious intentions, and nobody ask me for directions. May no one tell me, ‘Come here!’ My life is a storm that broke loose, a wave that rose, more than an atom that perked. I do not know where I go, nor do I know where I am going, but I know where my place is. In the chaos of existence, I find my solace not in the certainty of paths well-trodden, but in the boundless freedom of uncharted waters. Each gust of wind, each crashing wave, carries me closer to the essence of who … Continue reading May no one…

As you look back on your life, you’ll often realize that many of the moments you thought you were being rejected from something good, you were in fact being redirected to something better. In those instances of seeming loss, life was quietly paving a new path for you, one that would lead to greater joys and unexpected blessings. You can’t control everything. Sometimes, you just need to relax and have faith that things will work out. Embrace the flow of life with open arms, allowing its currents to guide you towards new horizons. Let go a little and just let … Continue reading Just Relax …