Category: inspiration
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Nature – And the Intervention of Humans
“What is natural, they mean,” said Mr. Clarence. “What is native. Form of natus, how it was born.” […] Even topiary, Mr. Clarence now said, was an idea of nature. Because one meaning of nature was like essence—the nature of the thing, its purest form. To express the true nature…
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Edge of Life
Just a little longer, just a few more seconds. She told herself, encouraging herself, and pulled a little tighter on the scarf she had wrapped around her neck. She loved this game; it was her favorite game, the game between time, life, and death. She savored these milliseconds before everything…
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Before the Law
Humans make laws for humans. To benefit us and protect us. We rely on and trust these laws, especially when we find ourselves in a precarious situation before the court, whether due to innocent circumstances or our own misbehavior. Additionally, laws enable us to assert our legal rights before the…
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On Writing
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. ~Franz Kafka~ Writing is a journey of self-discovery and healing. You uncover your deepest thoughts and wounds step by step and put…
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The Evolution of Zeitgeist
Over the past centuries, an inspirational exchange of ideas using sophisticated language has been very stimulating; it gives many conversationalists the feeling that they have talked about something crucial and essential and might have somehow impacted global affairs. Looking closely at conversations nowadays, there hasn’t been much change about reaching…
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Verge of Abyss
Time almost grasped joy. But suddenly, the world split in two. Time now hovered over a bottomless abyss, and joy, with an outstretched hand seeking help for peace, looked across the chasm where pride and hatred stood hand in hand, grinning broadly. They turned their backs on joy, walked away,…
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Fired Up
There are two types of fire. The one of passion and love, you enjoy feeling it to the fullest extent, wishing it never ends. And there’s the other. The fire of suffering and pain, burning you inside, making you feel you fall into ashes, and you wish this fire would…
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Dream Matters
I’ve been reading “In Search of Lost Time“by Marcel Proust recently. I’ve finished the first book, “Swanns Way,” and I’m almost finishing reading the second, “In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower.” I have to admit, it’s not easy to read Marcel Proust. Someone has to be very, very…
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Memories
I smelled a cloth of yours, and summer crawled up inside me. It took me back to when we sat tightly embraced under the shining white moon and stars, witnessing us make dreams and surrender to love amid the fire of passion. We believed in eternity and swore on our…
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Mirroring
I looked before me into a face, and it stared at me, vacantly, lifeless. The lips tried to smile, but seemed more like a scary grimace. Unsettled, I tried not to avert my gaze, although something pulled me to do so. My fear overtook me, and I was shaking out…
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