Tag: reflection
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Those Years Must Have Been Really Challenging
The earth seems to be spinning faster these days— you can feel it too, can’t you? Hours slip through our fingers like dry sand we were once foolish enough to try catching in the wind.We are running for time now, not with it. The pact we made in our youth— to balance ambition against peace—…
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Let’s Meet Again, Like Drops Meet Drops
A lyrical meditation on reunion, memory, and timeless connection — let’s flow between nostalgia and renewal, exploring what it means to meet again after being lost in time. Like raindrops merging in quiet grace, it speaks of rediscovery, forgiveness, and the beauty of presence beyond words. #Poetry #LetUsMeetAgain #DropsOfRain #LoveAndLonging #Nostalgia #MindfulMoments #EmotionalWriting #TimelessConnection #PoeticSoul…
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What Would I Do If I Lost All My Possessions?: When Nothing Is Mine
What remains when all possessions vanish — tracing the quiet beauty, fear, and freedom that emerge from complete loss. Let’s unravel the meaning of ownership, identity, and inner awakening in the void of material things. #Poetry #Minimalism #Mindfulness #SelfDiscovery #SpiritualAwakening #LettingGo #PoeticReflection #InnerPeace #LifeLessons
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The Quiet Triumph of Staying #QuietMoments
He no longer chases completeness, but learns to honor the spaces where sorrow and grace coexist. In each breath, in each silent ritual, he rediscovers the tenderness that never truly left him. There’s no grand declaration, only the quiet vow to remain open—to pain, to beauty, to life itself.
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無常の流れ Mujō no Nagare (Impermanence Flow)
Morning mist rises from concrete— the city breathes through steel lungs, exhales yesterday’s promises into today’s uncertainty. A businessman’s reflection fractures in puddles that mirror neon signs, each ripple erasing the face he wore at twenty, replacing it with lines drawn by decades of subway commutes and convenience store dinners. Because things are the way…
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for the Disconnected Self
No funeral marked the moment I lost myself, no eulogy read as I dissolved into scrolls, swipes, pings, alerts— digital rosaries I clutched more tightly than prayer.
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Between the Trees and the Stars: My Journey Through Camping’s Quiet Lessons
Camping isn’t just about sleeping under the stars—it’s about reconnecting with nature, others, and yourself. This reflective essay explores the raw, beautiful lessons learned beneath the trees and the open sky.
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What Topics Do You Like to Discuss? (An Exploration in Monologue) #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A surreal, whimsical journey through the ordinary and the overlooked — this poetic monologue invites you to explore everything from staplers and socks to dreams and dust, all through an irreverently introspective lens.
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Nibbled Edges of Infinity (A Rat’s Elegy for Shelved Time) #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A rat visits my kitchen shelf each night—not for food, but for forgotten stories. This poem reflects on the passing of youth, the futility of denial, and the persistence of memory in the guise of a quiet intruder. As we stand on the threshold of a new phase, we ask: can we truly trap the…
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Driftwood Echoes #poetry #BlogchatterA2Z
The echoes linger. The silence persists. And yet, the heart beats on—scarred, but wiser. A story concludes not with forgetting, but with the grace of remembering, and the courage to begin again.
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