Tag: Self-reflection
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What Peace Looks Like to Me
Peace, to me, is not the silence after conflict but the quiet strength that rises from within. It is the river that forgets the stones, the sky that holds both stars and darkness. In this contemplative free verse journey, I explore how peace transforms from a personal stillness into a cosmic belonging. #PeaceWithin #MindfulLiving #CosmicPerspective…
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If My Inner Critic Had a Name
If my inner critic had a name, it would be Pebble—small enough to ignore, heavy enough to alter my gait. It never shouts. It measures. It waits. And for years, I mistook its weight for truth. #FreeVersePoetry #InnerLandscape #PhilosophicalWriting #SelfInquiry #PebbleGalaxy
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Learning the Weight of Silence Without Dropping It
I did not conquer my fear. I pulled up a chair beside it and learned how to breathe without asking it to leave. #FearAndGrowth #InnerJourney #PebbleGalaxy #ReflectivePoetry #CosmicAwareness
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When My Younger Self Asked Me for Advice
If my younger self asked me for advice today, I wouldn’t offer instructions or certainty. I would speak of time as an ocean, of confusion as soil, of becoming as a slow remembering. I would say you are not late, not broken, only in motion—learning to listen to your body, your fear, and the quiet…
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One Page a Day: The Quiet Practice of Showing Up
Writing does not begin with inspiration or perfect conditions. It begins with presence. One page a day is not a productivity trick but a quiet commitment—to show up, to listen inwardly, and to trust that small, consistent acts can slowly reshape a year. @Blogchatter #WritingHabit #SlowCreativity #PebbleGalaxy #MindfulWriting
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Jaideep: A Name That Learns to Burn
I was given a name before I had a spine strong enough to hold it— a quiet syllable pressed into the dark soil of becoming. As I grew, the name grew with me, teaching me that victory is not conquest but the courage to keep a small, steady light alive. #Poetry #Identity #NameStories #InnerJourney #PebbleGalaxy
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Three Cards, One Deck of Breath: Three Cards I Carried Until I Learned to Let Them Go
I carried three cards in my pocket— Hero for the days I needed light, Victim for the nights that asked me to endure, Villain when fear mistook itself for power. Only when I placed them on the earth did I learn how to stand without a role, under a sky that needs no masks. #InnerJourney…
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The Colleges That Taught Me Without Walls
Some lessons arrived without classrooms— the sky teaching patience, silence teaching depth, and loss opening rooms I did not know my heart could hold. I studied everywhere, and the universe kept the record. #lifelonglearning #innerjourney #freeversepoetry #cosmicawareness #pebblegalaxy
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The Constellations That Raised Me
The biggest influences in my life did not arrive as declarations or doctrines, but as quiet forces—hands that steadied, silences that taught, books that widened the mind, and stars that placed my smallness into a gentler perspective. Shaped by people, pain, nature, and time itself, this poem traces an intimate inner journey that slowly opens…
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Share Five Things I’m Good At
I’m good at listening. Not the kind that fills silence with words, but the kind that holds space— quiet as the pause between heartbeats, soft as a shadow folding itself beneath the sky.I listen to what is spoken, and more to what blooms in the stillness— the breath unsaid, the tremor beneath phrase, the fragile…
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