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To my children

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To my beloved children, I offer these words as a gentle beacon of guidance in the tumultuous sea of life. Let kindness flow through your veins like a soothing balm, wrapping you in a cloak of compassion that shields you from the harshness of the world. Embrace the quiet strength of solitude, finding solace in the depths of your own being, for it is in these moments of stillness that you will discover the true essence of your soul. Remember, my darlings, that it takes great courage to be kind in a world that often values power over empathy. It … Continue reading To my children

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One of the most toxic things I have ever done is ignore the bad in someone because I love them

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At my moments of reflection, I am haunted by the realization that love can be a double-edged sword, capable of both healing and harming in equal measure. I have learned the hard way that one of the most toxic things I have ever done is to turn a blind eye to the flaws and faults of someone I held dear in my heart. In the beginning, their imperfections seemed like mere blemishes on an otherwise perfect canvas. I chose to see only the good, to believe that love could conquer all and that their shortcomings would fade away in the … Continue reading One of the most toxic things I have ever done is ignore the bad in someone because I love them

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Prayer for my ego

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In the gentle embrace of dawn’s first light, I awaken with a fervent prayer etched upon my soul. Today, let my heart be a sanctuary of kindness, a wellspring of compassion that flows freely to all who cross my path. May my spirit stand unwavering, a bastion of courage in the face of adversity, a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights. Let my mind be a tempest of ferocity, not for selfish gain, but for the relentless pursuit of love and understanding. With each breath, may I weave a tapestry of empathy and benevolence, casting aside the shadows … Continue reading Prayer for my ego

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Shelter

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Child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes? You see, people are not like bricks and mortar, sturdy and unchanging. They are like rivers, constantly flowing and evolving. No matter how much love and care you pour into someone, they will never be a permanent shelter for your soul. Your home, dear child, does have a heartbeat. But it is not found in the chests of others. It is nestled deep within your own being, waiting for you to discover it. It is the rhythm of your own breath, the pulse of your … Continue reading Shelter

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Piano

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Tell me, as wild as the wind that carries the haunting melody of the rapturous piano, can I ever dance again to the savage rhythm of this humanity song? The passages written along the castle walls tell of a love lost, a memory etched in the whispers of the wind. I listen to the notes coming unbound, soft, and tragic, flowing like an unfettered flag in the breeze. This thought, though it may be my last, is important to me. I long to be human once again, to feel the warmth of connection and love in this skin that feels … Continue reading Piano

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Memories of my childhood

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To remember my childhood is to delve into a treasure trove of emotions, a symphony of sights, smells, and sounds that shaped the very core of who I am today. It is not merely a recollection of events or facts; it is a journey through dreams, fears, and insecurities that still linger in the deepest corners of my soul. I recall the simple joys of playing soccer with my brothers and friends, the familiar scents of my mother’s cooking filling our humble home. The aroma of garlic sizzling in hot oil, the fragrance of flowers in the yard, the misty … Continue reading Memories of my childhood

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Dear Universe

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In the tumultuous sea of human emotions and desires, I find myself adrift, lost in the storm of discontent that rages around me. But in the midst of this chaos, I turn to you, my beacon of hope and love, for guidance and solace. Like a child seeking comfort in the arms of a loving parent, I come to you with an open heart and a humble spirit, ready to receive the light of your love and the strength of your wisdom. In your presence, I find peace and clarity, a sense of purpose and direction that I could never … Continue reading Dear Universe

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War

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The rapid-fire bullet pierced the heavy morning air, shattering the tranquility of dawn. The dew-covered grass trembled under the weight of the violence that unfolded, a stark contrast to the fragile veil of night that still lingered. There was no beauty in the song of guns, no romance in the cacophony of destruction. It was the relentless march of inevitability, cutting through innocence and guilt alike. War, with its indiscriminate fury, was a scourge that could not be reasoned with or appeased. As the mortar shells exploded and the grenades echoed in the distance, I found myself enveloped in a … Continue reading War

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Strength

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In the ballet of life, we often find ourselves dancing to different tunes, some melodies effortlessly guiding our steps while others challenge us with their intricate rhythms. The journey of self-discovery is a tapestry woven with threads of perseverance, self-doubt, and eventual triumph. “I have toiled so hard,” the words echo with the weight of countless hours spent in pursuit of knowledge, each moment a step closer to understanding the complexities that lay before. The tears shed, not of weakness, but of frustration and determination to conquer the obstacles that stood in the way. The self-inflicted wounds of harsh words, … Continue reading Strength

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Grumpy

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He donned passion like a cloak worn backwards, its intensity hidden from the world yet burning fiercely within. Humor, twisted in its delivery, found its way out in sardonic whispers, a mirror image of laughter that lingered in the shadows. Luck, that fickle mistress, danced in reverse around him, teasing with false promises and fleeting chances. Inappropriate love, a tangled web of emotions, wrapped around his heart like thorns in a forbidden garden, blooming in defiance of reason. An exact clock ticked relentlessly, a reminder of the unyielding march of time, while peace and quiet remained elusive, slipping through his … Continue reading Grumpy