I have observed that our "primitive" ability to "adapt" to any situation and maintain an adequate response to it makes "true happiness" or "true pain" a distant dream, an unachievable mirage(illusion).

When I see sand, it looks so "uniform" and indistinguishable, but in reality, every grain of sand is uniquely shaped, under a microscope, with its own distinct features that give it a unique "identity".

Indeed, God is great and has "limitless abilities", an entity deserving of all praises. Yet, isn't it remarkable to consider that "humans", as his creation, have achieved so much without possessing any limitless abilities themselves.

I believe "flowers" are never once beautiful "the eyes" that saw them were. The beauty lies in the gaze of the observer, not in the thing, which makes beauty so "subjective" in my opinion.

Vampires drink blood and get "memories" and experiences of others with it.Maybe its not the "blood" but really what makes them evil is having so many experiences but not really "living" life themselves. It's similar to how some people live life without really being present in it.

I find it ironic,in our decaying society people often seem good when they're "oppressed", but as soon as they get power, they want to become what they use to "hate". It's a never-ending cycle of who can exploit and who gets exploited.

I believe we shouldn't pray for an easy life instead, we should pray for the "strength" to face "hard" life, making the rest of our lives more meaningful and "enjoyable"

I think we like to believe we've got "free will", and we're totally free to choose whatever we want. But ironically we aren't really in control of what we "want" in the first place That's why I believe "written fate"is a real thing.

Soldiers and sex workers, primarily, both sell their bodies for "their" own interests, and the system exploits both of them equally. Yet, ironically, one is looked down upon,may be the other serve useful to those in "power".

I believe "Patriotism" is a big scam, but in today's time it's even bigger because the world has progressed through "animalistic territorialism" and grown out of borders. Borders are mere chains for a developing civilization like ours.

I have seen that first stage of grief is always "denial", but it's that vicious cycle that amplifies grief. "Acceptance" is the first step towards recovery.

Its intresting that we all look through the same eyes, but view different worlds.

I believe theres no weapon more deadly than the "Will" .We all have all the potential to create or destroy, to achieve greatness or cause harm. "Will" makes things, it breaks things.

The same intelligence that grows trees from seeds, that lets birds fly, that waves the ocean and gives birth to new stars, that same "Intelligence" also breathes your breath, beats your heart, and heals your wounds. It manifests within its creation.

I love the Japanese concept of "kintsukuroi", or 'golden repair.' It's the art of fixing broken pottery with gold, highlighting the cracks instead of hiding them. This philosophy celebrates "imperfections" as a "beautiful" part of an object's story.

Out of all the forms of communication, the language of the eyes is incredibly unique. It's as if they can speak directly to your soul, conveying emotions and truths that words often can't capture.

What's so 'intimate' than two equally "resonating minds", able to feel each others thoughts before their expression, able to guess emotions before expression? That's where I feel a real marriage happens "a mergence of souls."

Once you're able to start identifying your emotions apart from your actions, you're almost there. Identifying and isolating them is the toughest part, but that's how you get control over them.tbh, "emotional awareness" is one hard to master trait that not a lot of people have in our society.

Step into the fire of "self-discovery". This fire will not burn you, it will only burn what u are not. In this intense journey inward, you shed layers of who you thought you were supposed to be. You emerge more aligned with your core, more yourself.

World could be "heaven or hell" but the present's what's real. Death's a promise, afterlife's a "mystery". Most people sacrifice the present for an afterlife(mystery) Some sacrifice the afterlife for the present, which is limited.

This African proverb haunts me "when people aren't fed love, they might burn the village just to feel its warmth". when societies neglect their most vulnerable. History's greatest empires didn't fall to external forces alone, but to the internal decay of compassion, empathy, and love.

We reap the benefits of some great thoughts, minds that shape our world, but what if we could systematize thinking itself? Imagine a unified model that optimizes creativity,problem solving, and progress. By perfecting "the art of thinking", we might unlock surprise breakthroughs and efficiency.

Transformation isn’t sweet or bright. It’s a dark and murky painful pushing. An unraveling of the untruths you’ve carried in your body. A practice in facing your own created demons and delusions. A complete uprooting before becoming illuminated.

The line between hero and villain blurs when perspective shifts. To the deer, the lion is a ruthless predator, but from the lion's point of view, it's just survival. The narrative shapes our perception of good and evil, "Villains are heroes too...their story that was never told."

Loving others can be a "refuge", but loving yourself is the true test - a fiery crucible that demands authenticity and courage.

Compassion is a "double-edged sword" it connects you to everything, yet makes you responsible for everything. You must grow strong enough to bear the world's weight or be crushed by it.

As a kid, I thought I was the weirdest person, But the more I realized just how vast the world is, with billions of people and endless minds, the more I became convinced that there must be someone out there just like me. Someone who think like me I'd imagine meeting this mirrored version of myself.

Once the "storm" is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Societal pressures have distorted relationship dynamics, and we often forget that being true to our gender can be beautiful. It's not about stereotypes, but about embracing the "unique qualities" that make us who we are like a woman's gentle delicate strength or a man's protective instincts.

The most beautiful people i have known are those who have known defeat, suffering, struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with gentleness, "Beautiful people do not just happen."

"Philosophies" often overlook one fundamental truth, life is shaped by chance, and emotions by the body. Despite our best efforts to reason and control, uncertainty and vulnerability persist and much of human existence is spent trying to avoid this reality.

"Self" with which humans identify is a construction of society and memory. Forming in infancy and childhood, they seek happiness by preserving that self-image. But the image they have of them is not the reality of their bodies and chasing after it can never lead to fulfilment.

I once asked a begger about his "beliefs", he said something that stuck with me 'The eyes of the beloved are superior to the lover.' He explained that what the beloved (God) sees is what truly exists, and what the lover sees is merely a reflection contained within the beloved's gaze.

"Religion" is built on unprovable truths, not necessarily lies. We can't be certain unless we die and find out, so it's faith that we're forced to gamble on, believing without conclusive evidence. Even if a religion is true, its survival depends on one thing "fear" Its the mystery where logic fails

I feel, good and bad are "perceptively relative qualities", intertwined in a way that one defines the other. If the world were suddenly all good, the concept of goodness would lose its purpose and eventually its meaning. It's the contrast that gives these qualities their significance.

You know what's really powerful? Beauty that sneaks up on you. It's the kind that sticks in the back of your mind, pops up in your dreams, and suddenly you're overwhelmed with this deep longing. But honestly, I think we often mistake it for the key to happiness.

They say "love" is blind, but I feel "hate" is blind just as much. Human emotions never do justice when it comes to judgment. Once you start to hate what you loved, you see a completely different image, details you once overlooked now stand out. And the same goes the other way.

They say loss of a child who has seen 18 is a wound that never heals. A father's heart is forever shattered, left with a void that echoes with memories of what could have been, and the ache of a love that will always be incomplete. 🇵🇸 #stopgenocide

Happiness isn't something external to be acquired; it's an "inside job" we can cultivate. We have the power to choose happiness, not just as a "auto reaction", but as a deliberate response. It can be found in life's smallest moments a meaningful conversation, a personal joy, or a small victory.

Some art reminds me that we're "subsets of our creator", carrying reflection of his abilities and essence of him within us.This divine inheritance grants us humans limited godlike powers, one of which is the ability "to create" to bring new worlds into existence.

"Home" is more than a place, it's a feeling. It can be people or the environment, that brings you peace, or in little simple joys like a warm bed, loving hugs, and shared laughter. Sometimes, home can be found in unexpected places or people, or even within yourself.

When I look up, I see randomness. When I look around, I'm surrounded by randomness. Yet, within this unpredictable chaos,I sense a secret order that governs both me and my world. It's as if theres a knowledge that we can't fully comprehend, but can feel its presence in every disorder of this world.

Heaven might not be a physical place, but a state of mind. where everything feels right and even the tough stuff doesn't weigh you down. It's like finding joy in the "little things" and admire what's around you. If we can do that, maybe we can create our own version of heaven right here on earth.

The true value lies not in achieving the goal, but in the journey we take to get there. Whether pursuing a dream, nurturing love, or striving for victory, it's the person we become along the way that truly matters.

Wars are mens(leaders) failure to think straight, inability to agree, not citizens' desire for conflict. While soldiers fight and die, "corporations profit in billions" No one truly wins in war, except those who fuel the fire. It's time to rethink the cost of conflict and the price of power.

One of the bitter yet common concept i observed, true affection is a "whispered promise" of what could have been. Its beauty lies in the longing, not in having of it...moon ain't so shiny once its in your hand

Life's rhythm isn't always straight forward. I found my answer when I realized even the steps back were part of the great dance.

Theres always something so expressive about eyes they seem to hold a language of their own. I learned that the Ojibwe(tribe) people share this fascination, believing eyes as sacred and holy. To them, "eyes are windows to the soul"

In court of justice, you can see both sides know the actual truth – it's the judge who is really on trial.

Are there pockets in 'qafan' or shelves in graves? Money has created a cycle of endless pursuit, draining life for wealth. to later 'drain wealth for life' The system's designed to keep us trapped to meet our "artificially designed demands" always true peace lies in simplicity and wanting less.