A journey called life
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The Clock That Ticks for All
There’s a quiet presence in every room, on every wrist, and in every passing moment: the clock. It doesn’t boast. It doesn’t pause. It just ticks—steady, consistent, indifferent. A reminder that time moves forward, whether we’re ready or not. Time is the great equalizer. It doesn’t discriminate between kings and beggars, the wise and the Continue reading
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Salt in the Food: The Irreplaceable Invisibles
When you sit down to eat a meal, your eyes catch the colors—the greens, the reds, the golden crispness. Your senses are drawn to the aroma, the texture, the arrangement on the plate. You notice the garnish, the richness, the flame-grilled shine. But no one ever pauses to appreciate the salt. And yet, take it Continue reading
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Why Do We Fear Silence?
Silence, though natural, often brings discomfort. It’s not the quiet itself, but what it reveals about us that we fear. In silence, we’re no longer distracted. We can’t hide from our thoughts, emotions, and the things we’ve been avoiding. It’s in those still moments that we confront our fears, doubts, and the parts of ourselves Continue reading
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You Are Not Lost—You Are Just in a Part of Your Story Where the Map Hasn’t Been Drawn Yet
There are moments when the world feels overwhelmingly vast, and we stand in the middle of it, unsure of where we’re going or how we got here. The path ahead is unclear, and we wonder—am I lost? Did I miss something, make the wrong turn, wander too far? But what if being lost isn’t the Continue reading
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Live Without Regret
Laugh when you are happy—without guilt, without hesitation. Cry when you are sad—without shame, without restraint. Do not silence your emotions for the comfort of others, because no matter what you do, people will always have something to say. Their thoughts will shift like the wind, but your feelings, your experiences and your truth are Continue reading
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The Bull, the Bee, and the Burden of Opinion
A bull has four legs. So does a goat. Yet, no one uses goats to plough a field. Why? Because each creature, has a different function. A bull is built for strength and endurance. A goat, for agility and survival in rugged terrains. Each has its purpose; each its own destiny. Gold, too, is a Continue reading
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Memory is a Mirror with Cracks
Memory doesn’t offer us a perfect picture—it gives us shards, flashes, pieces that shimmer and cut. Some are golden with warmth; others sting like old glass under the skin. We try to hold them together, to form a whole, but the cracks remain. And maybe they should. We remember people not as they were in Continue reading
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Would You Still Be You Without Memory?
Who are you, really? Is it the sum of your memories—your childhood mornings, the first time you tasted loss, the softness in someone’s voice that made your heart turn? Or are you something deeper, a presence untouched by experience, still flickering even when every yesterday has been erased? I often wonder—if I lost all memory, Continue reading
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A Solitary Hamlet
This weekend, my travels took me to a solitary hamlet, high above the world where the clouds meet the land. Nestled in the embrace of the mountains, this hidden retreat felt like a world apart—wrapped in mist, where time slowed and silence spoke in whispers. Here, amidst the hush of nature, the hamlet breathed its Continue reading
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The Cycle of Life—A Perpetual Dance
The world awakens under a darkened sky, heavy with promise. Thunderstorms rumble in the distance, their voices deep and unrelenting—nature’s own symphony, primal and untamed. Lightning cracks through the clouds, Zeus’ bolt slicing the heavens with blinding brilliance. The air is thick with the scent of petrichor, that earthy perfume rising from the soil as Continue reading
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