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Living is a political act …

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In the shadow of conflict, where the tumult of war echoes through the annals of history, there lies a stark reminder of our collective failure to converse, to compromise, to connect. “War exists where politic does not work…” you muse, and in this somber reflection, there is an acknowledgment of the breakdown of dialogue, the collapse of the very structures meant to safeguard us from the abyss of strife. The realm of politics is indeed predicated on the existence of opposites, a dynamic interplay of divergent views and ideologies. Yet, it is in the crucible of these differences that the art of … Continue reading Living is a political act …

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Human Connection

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Love is the thread that weaves through the fabric of our interactions, binding us in a dance of empathy and understanding. It is the force that compels us to step outside the confines of our own perspectives, to see the world through the eyes of another. “When we truly love people, we must meet them where they are,” you say, and in this simple truth, there is a profound wisdom. For love does not seek to mold or shape, but rather to embrace and accept. It is the recognition that each soul’s journey is unique, and that to love is to … Continue reading Human Connection

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Prose on Love, Kindness, and Openness of Heart

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In the quietude of your words, there lies a profound truth, a gentle whisper amidst the cacophony of the mundane. You speak of weariness, a soul’s lament at the masquerade that dances around the essence of our being. Yet, in this confession, there is a plea, a yearning for the genuine, the pure, the heartfelt. “I’m sorry if my responses sound silly to you at times,” you say, and in this apology, there is an innocence, a disarming honesty that beckons one closer. For what is silliness, but the joyous laughter of a spirit unburdened by pretense, a mind liberated from … Continue reading Prose on Love, Kindness, and Openness of Heart

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Yes …

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Poetry was born a woman. She danced into the world, her steps scribing verses upon the canvas of time, and in her wake, we found our voices, becoming poets by her grace. Without her, our world would be barren, a landscape of infertile lands and gray colors, devoid of the vibrant hues that signify life’s rich emotions. She is the sublime creation, the muse of our deepest contemplations, bestowing upon life its myriad meanings. In her, we find the embodiment of the sacred roles—the nurturing mothers, the caring sisters, the inspiring daughters, the guiding teachers, the pioneering scientists, the supportive friends, and the passionate lovers. Each role, a testament … Continue reading Yes …

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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