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You’re Not Shy, You Get Around
What does it mean when the furthest becomes the most intimate? I notice this curious perception of an all-encompassing darkness that somehow contains everything without standing apart from it. It is not a separate thing but an expansion, not a…
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Giant Steps Are What You Take
What happens when I analyze others’ ideas without directly experiencing them? I don’t find it easy to explain metaphors and symbols while staying disconnected from the realities they represent. But why? Are there different types of fear? I think about…
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My Dreams Aren’t as Empty as My Conscience Seems to Be
What happens when I meet things before I try to understand them? I see how my mind quickly builds stories around my experiences—turning passing feelings into explicit tales and short-lived impressions into solid conclusions. Can I gently embrace just how…
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Never Again Is What You Swore the Time Before
What happens when my interpretation turns into an alleged fact? I know how easily my mind mistakes its creations for “objective” reality, turning my speculation into certainty with barely a pause between. Could there be a way to hold these…
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And at the End of the Day, Remember the Days
What happens when I shift my focus from future achievements to expressing myself in the present? I find it fascinating how easily my mind gravitates toward distant goals—dreaming up outcomes and envisioning successes that I believe will fill the gaps…
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We Are Not the Same, I Am Too Reckless
What if avoiding my apparent issues becomes the real problem? I often tend to distract myself from real responsibilities, but ignoring them just makes them more prominent. Is there a difference between true enjoyment and just escaping? Sometimes, I embrace…
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Love Is a Doing Word
Sometimes, my attention becomes almost boundless, becoming the space around me. I wonder about the nature of my awareness when it no longer holds a fixed position—neither here nor there, neither mine nor other. Too often, I imagine understanding the…
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Wouldn’t It Be Nice if We Could Wake Up
I don’t know what exists in the space between thoughts. I guess I see how the mind moves from one formation to another, creating the impression of continuous thinking. But could gaps already exist, unnoticed in the seemingly “solid” stream?…
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My Mind Playing Tricks On Me
What happens when my questions lead away from answers and my curiosity becomes a distraction rather than a support? I notice how my mind fills with endless inquiries, theories, and speculations—most leading further from rather than closer to what matters.…
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How ‘Bout Me Enjoying the Moment for Once
What happens when flaws become the very path of my growth? I notice how easily ideals of perfection create their obstacles—the pressure to avoid mistakes becomes another form of clinging, another layer of self-judgment. Could engagement rather than avoidance be…
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Sometimes, I long to stay and not leave again. And I even think that would be possible just by telling myself I want that. Holding my position against change and surprise. But who am I to observe this matter…
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