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“Take a day off from your own self, wander through the corridors of curiosity, and let the unexpected whispers of existence unveil untold chapters within. Take a day off from your own self, rediscover the world around you, and let the symphony of life compose a new melody for your soul. Take a day off from yourself as well, letting the world unfold without your constant scrutiny. Embrace the liberation of anonymity, allowing the universe to surprise and inspire you anew when you return to your own narrative.”

“One of the most profound choices we have is to sculpt the lens through which we experience our surroundings, the world. We can choose cynicism, a lens that dims the vibrancy of life, or we can choose wonder, a lens that magnifies the beauty in the ordinary. This choice shapes our reality... It's a choice we can revisit every morning, like opening the curtains to a new day.”

“At the End of All Things" . . We are held. in wombs.. in arms. in love.. in hope. in dawn.. in beginnings. We are seen. in faces.. in eyes. in shadows.. in light. in faith.. in doubt. We are changed. in time.. in trials. in choices.. in chances. in loss.. in becoming. We are found. in memory.. in grief. in stories.. in songs. in mercy.. in wonder. Our whole lives and at the last horizon we are carried away in coffers of ash.”

“Orion's Question and the Breath of Frost' . . Tonight, the horizon folds into itself, an old envelope sealed with frost. The earth leans ever so slightly, tilting its tired shoulder toward the sun as if apologizing for the distance. Above, Cassiopeia sprawls, half-reclining, her jeweled wrists dripping with the cold light of stars that have died a thousand times since we first gave them names. Her gaze cuts through the dark, dismissive and haunted all at once... What does she know that I do not!? I stood beneath the canopy of brittle air, the breath of a wind too muffled to matter pressing against my ear. The quietude of the season lodged itself deep, threading through marrow and thought alike. Somewhere distant, the faint call of an owl spilled across the night, shearing the imperturbable, and I realized this lull was not still, not empty. It swelled, pressed, expanded... an ache without center, scattering itself like seeds into the pit of me. For a moment, I thought I heard it... a hum, soft and glacial, as if the world itself were breathing from a great, aching hollow. I looked up and imagined Orion not as hunter but witness, the burning points of his form arranged into questions I could never answer. When I turned back toward the house, frost had etched a secret on the windowpane, its meaning almost within reach but blurred, as though by a single trembling hand.”

“It's only words and words are all I've. I'm a person who enjoys quiet moments, of reflection and Introspection. And over the years I've come to grasp a fundamental truth about myself: "Words are all I have." This realization runs deep, emphasizing the significance of my composing journey. It's an acknowledgment that the very make-up of my being, from couching joy to helming sorrow, relies on my art of words. It's only words, but to me, they hold the essence of my dreams. Each word I speak or write is a reflection of who I am and what I feel. They're not just letters strung together; they're pieces of my soul; shared.. It's only words, but they're my gateway to the world of my innermost thoughts and feelings. With each word expressed, I reveal a piece of my heart, offering glimpses into my fear and mettle. Through the art of language, I try to epitomize, I reveal the sanctuary of my soul, trusting, with the raw beauty of the vulnerabilities. In this self-awareness, I find the strength that accompany the words I choose to wield. They often become the bridge between my inner world and the external reality, giving meaning to my experiences and connecting me with others on a profound level. It's only words. This very phrase encapsulates the essence of my personal journey—a recognition of the weight and wonder held within the words that accompany me through every epoch of my life. Wishes are a strong current guiding us through the river of dreams, gently nudging us towards the shores of our deepest desires. I wish my words dance like poetry and sing like music, leaving a trail of wonder and enchantment in their wake.”

“The routes of life are not easy enough. To make a drama out of a crisis never works, it complicates the movements furher. The sight of rugged, craggy, harsh mountains always remind us of levelled, untroubled, friendly hills. So it becomes a prerequisite to perceive well. Perception is a whole ball of wax. Because, at the end of the day, the only thing that we can control and rein is 'Ourselves'. So learn to absorb yourself. Be a curator of Peace. Love unconditionally. Respect yourself first and then others. Self-reflect. And.. Meditate with the Moon.”