Tag: reflection
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[9] Forgetfulness of Dreams.
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You wake up from another world, still suffering from the dizziness you were engulfed in. A senseless world it was, weird in nature but some say it tells a lot about your deepest secrets. Dreams. You sleep, ignorant about the world you’re about to get in, yet you will be inside it. A fall, to…
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[7] Thread and the needle.
When I was a child, my favourite pastime was playing with toy cars with my grandma. I used to wait for her to finish the work she did throughout the day and sit on the bed, waiting for her to come. The cars were always ready. I put them in order for her to choose…
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[6] I don’t know.
How much do you believe your role model? How much do you believe the philosophers that walked on this planet? How much do you believe anyone who says anything? Every word I spew, write, slice, reflect, shoot on this page is a manifestation of the experience of my tiny existence. And our experience is limited?…
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[5] Who am I?
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I am “….partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction.” It is difficult to know yourself, the real true self. If you shed your skin, underneath you’ll find another layer and then another. How do you climb down to the deepest holes to find one’s true self? First, there is a possibility that you will weep…
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[4] Regret.
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You’re on your deathbed staring at the faces that stand beside you but your thoughts meander towards an imagined reality of what it could have been only if I did that. If becomes the starting word of every thought that you take. If only I would have said yes to that girl. If only I would…
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[3]Thoughts on thoughts.
…With every passing day, I discover new things about myself, others, about the world. How can we store the sudden bursts of thoughts we have? How do we find a way to recall that same emotion that we felt when we first had thought and with the same intensity? …My resilience was in sync with…
Smoke words every day. 