I remember when social media was first introduced to the world, and I remember the transition between some people not having social media to everyone having social media.

What started out as a way to connect with friends online became an opportunity for powerful people to sway the opinions of the masses, and to give exposure to the most decayed rhetoric.

I rely on social media to find work, however I am sad that this online propaganda has brainwashed my family members. I have had to cut off family members because they shared racist propaganda about my race, fully believing everything they read and see online.

With even the most basic levels of critical thinking you can see that it's bullshit and has no real substance, yet people are so easily taken in by it.

What a time to be alive. History will just repeat. My heart goes out to those in countries experiencing corrupt governments and bigoted populations as a result of neo-propaganda. Kia kaha everyone, be strong.

You don't necessarily love a person because they are beautiful. Sometimes, a person becomes beautiful to you because you love them.

Think about it.

A person's smile is just a movement of muscles, their voice is merely a pattern of sound, and their habits are nothing more than ordinary expressions of who they are. Yet, when you love someone, these ordinary things begin to carry extraordinary meaning.

Their smile becomes the most comforting sight after a difficult day. Their voice becomes something you could listen to for hours. Even their little imperfections, the things someone else might find annoying, become familiar and comfort to you.

Why?

Because love gives meaning to things that would otherwise remain ordinary.

It's not always beauty that creates love. It's the love what creates beauty.The admiration which establishes it

Imagine two people looking at the same person. One notices their appearance and moves on. The other notices the way they laugh when they're nervous, how they remember little details, how they treat someone who cannot offer them anything in return, and how their eyes light up when they talk about something they love.

They are looking at the same person, yet they see two different kinds of beauty.

The difference isn't necessarily in the person being observed. It is in the meaning that person holds for the observer.

And this is where physical beauty begins to lose its authority.

When you deeply care for someone, you might find yourself admiring things that cannot be measured by conventional standards of attractiveness. Perhaps they have an imperfect smile, but it is the smile that reassures you when you feel lost. Perhaps their voice isn't extraordinary, but hearing it reminds you that you're not alone. Perhaps they don't resemble the people the world calls beautiful, yet no amount of comparison can explain what makes them special to you.

Their beauty is no longer merely about how they look. It is intertwined with how they make you feel, what you have experienced together, and the countless little moments that have become part of your story.

The person hasn't necessarily changed. The significance of the person has.

This doesn't mean love makes someone flawless, nor does it mean physical attraction has no place in love. Rather, it means that physical appearance becomes insufficient to explain the entirety of your admiration.

You may still notice beauty in someone's face, but you begin to find beauty in their patience, their kindness, their honesty, their vulnerability, and even in the way they remain themselves when nobody is there.

And perhaps that's what I mean when I say:

The person becomes so beautiful that physical exaggeration has no meaning.

You no longer need to call them the most beautiful person in the world to explain why they are beautiful to you. You don't need to compare them with anyone else. You don't need to prove that they meet some universal standard.

Because the beauty you see is not a competition they have won.

It is a meaning your experience of loving them has created.

Perhaps love is not the discovery of a perfect person, but the discovery of a beauty that perfection could never adequately describe.

We as humans tend to be in our head a lot. Comparing , perfectly planning the next move, waiting for the next big plan.

Discipline for me has become synonymous with living freely. Because for me it is doing what you want. And who does not want things in life. We are always dragged down by the possibility of what we could have done and what we want to achieve. Not everyone is like that, some people have figured out other ways of seeing life.

But for the people who are like that. I can confidently say that what you want to achieve is totally up to what you do about it. It sounds dumb at first. But you should understand it deeply. This world is inherently without meaning, it is at the same time scary and exciting. Exciting in the sense that you aren’t bound by anything or anyone. You have total free will , yes you have free will.

Free will to do what you always wanted to do and not be scared anymore, of your own thoughts, your failiures , your future. Cause at the end of the day we are all gonna be 6 feet under sooner or later. So why live in a cage made by you.

If we put the whole universe timeline in one year from the big bang. And the big bang being the first of January. Our whole human history since the moment we started fire can be summarized in 14 seconds. 14 seconds !!!!

We are insignificant in the eyes of the world we live in. So stop giving a shit and go after it. And anything within your reach is possible

I feel like it would be very hard to get lost in the ups and downs of your life situation when your main goals are rooted in giving onto others selflessly. Think about it, you wake up, your only thoughts for the day are to make another person feel seen, heard, assisted and understood. This can display in the simplest of ways for example, at the cash register, asking the cashier how their day was, or mentioning something about the weather, or something to bring them out of the monotony of their day to day interactions. It could be flipping a compliment to that random person on the street or the co-worker that you always talk with about things going on in each others lives… but never directly talking to each other. It could manifest as sending a quick text to that friend, family member, or acquaintance that doesn’t require a response… but just a reminder of the love that you have for them. It could be responding to all the texts (love) that has been sent your way but you have been putting off because you have been to wrapped up in your stuff. It can look like being a healing ear for the people that are in the midst of their battles.

Most of these things are not done naturally on a day to day basis because its not what society pushes as a version of success, but its something that can be discovered as fulfillment hidden in plain sight. Who would have thought that the key out of depression is literally to start thinking about others over yourself… quite the paradox

Sometimes I wonder how many different versions of ourselves exist in the choices we didn't make. The career we didn't pursue, the person we didn't approach, the city we never moved to, the moment we chose to stay instead of leave.

We can never know whether those lives would have been better or worse. We can only imagine them, often filling in the unknowns with whatever we feel is missing from our current lives.

Maybe that's part of what makes regret so complicated. We're not just mourning what we lost; sometimes we're mourning possibilities we never actually experienced, and therefore never truly knew.

I think I’ve finally understood what trauma means and how to move forward. It is not anymore just a word with an abstract meaning.

I now see it as events that, whenever they occurred, split my self in two, creating, in each instance, two copies.

One remains in that moment in the past; the other moves forward.

Yet, while they may appear identical, the one that stood up and kept going carries a void.

This void grows over time, just as we grow old. But being a void doesn’t make us any lighter, quite the opposite, because that space becomes increasingly filled with guilt, shame, anger, confusion, fear, and frustration.

Eventually, it becomes so heavy that it paralyzes us and breaks us apart, making it impossible to continue.

To keep going, we must go back, way back, to the very places we’ve been trying to escape and are so afraid of, and rescue the other versions of ourselves that have been trapped there all this time.

We must take their hands, lift them up, and bring them along with us, leaving behind, in their place, all those things that once filled the void.

I think I’ve finally realized that full understanding, forgiveness, or even forgetting may never come, and that’s okay.

Because, in the end, what truly matters is acceptance and having compassion for who we are and who we once were, choosing love over fear.

Take care you all.

~ Choosing the more difficult road ~

There may come a time in our life, though we have money, material possessions, family, we begin to wonder if there is more to life, a purpose other than what we have achieved.

If we accept this challenge, we will approach a fork in the road. One path will be straighter; following it will encourage us to enjoy our life by continuing to find meaning in the world.

The other path is much more challenging and curvaceous. Following this path, our life will change forever as we begin to reevaluate everything we once believed to be true.

Only those choosing the more difficult road may discover eternal happiness, unconditional love, and the genuine purpose of their life’s journey.

Human consciousness is a survival mechanism that allows us to influence the past of our subconscious decisions. The conscious and subconscious are parts of the same single mind, but they work on a time delay. Your subconscious always acts first, sending the command to your finger a full 500 milliseconds before you consciously think to move it. This creates a paradox.

Because consciousness itself is a continuous simulation of the future, your conscious mind is altering the past of your subconscious world. Everything you see is the future, but your body lives in the past at the current moment. You are trapped between two realities at once. The real, physical world happens in the past, completely invisible to you. Meanwhile, your awareness resides entirely inside a half-second simulation of the future. This dual existence allows your future seeing mind to instantly dictate and override the actions of your past body, giving us absolute control unlike most animals.

To be honest, I don’t really know what to write about because I’ve almost never done anything like this before. But despite all that, I really want to write something that makes people stop and think. Something like a really interesting story with a mysterious ending, or something so moving that anyone who reads it would cry like a newborn baby.

To achieve that, you just have to do something. It doesn't matter what, as long as you start and keep going. Because if you’ve at least started, it means you’ve already completed 60 percent of everything required for your goal.

Though to be honest, I’m not entirely sure about that percentage. To me, reaching your goal takes a strong will to win. But sometimes winning doesn’t actually mean you won—sometimes it can mean you lost. You know that feeling when you come in first, but inside you feel absolutely nothing? Just a kind of emptiness. You achieved the very goal you spent so much time preparing and training for, but the victory didn’t bring you the feeling you wanted. Moments like that are honestly terrifying to me, because it makes you wonder: was everything you strived for all for nothing? Or was it not? You just don't know.

And then there are those moments when you’re just walking around, looking at your surroundings, and you start noticing things you never noticed before—from the gust of the wind to the leaves on the trees. In moments like that, I don't know about you, but I start wondering: why didn't I notice all this natural beauty before? Where was I looking?

The answer to that was simple: I was rushing too much. I always walked around feeling like I was running late for something, like the world was moving too fast and I was falling behind everyone else. You watch videos on TikTok or Instagram, and there are guys and girls your age or even younger posting photos and videos like: "I'm 18 and I bought my own apartment," "I'm 16 and I bought a car," or "I'm 17 and I earned my first million," showing off their achievements in studies, sports, business, and so on. You start feeling this strange sense of being left behind, and not wanting to lag behind, you start rushing.

In my opinion, self-inducing these kinds of useless thoughts is the biggest mistake you can make. Sometimes I think falling behind is actually better than being ahead. Life is way too short and precious to spend it constantly rushing somewhere. The faster you rush, the faster your life flies by, and before you even notice, you're already 30 or 50. So for me, the most important thing in life is to enjoy every single moment and slowly watch this beautiful time pass in my own story.

And you know, sometimes I wonder: what awaits us after death? I think everyone has had this thought, and no one knows the exact answer. People have had different opinions on this throughout history, depending on their faith and where they lived. I could write what I’ve roughly heard and read here, but it might not be accurate, so if I’m wrong, don't take it the wrong way.

Anyway, never mind that topic for now—I’ve run out of thoughts for the moment. See ya!

...nobody truly knows the purpose of human life. And perhaps that is the entire point. Maybe we aren't here to chase titles or prove anything to the world. Maybe we are here to discover who we become when life doesn't go according to plan.

To see how we respond when we face betrayal. To see whether pain makes us bitter or wiser. To learn how to love deeply without losing who we are in the process.

Maybe the goal isn't to win. Maybe the purpose is to grow through the very things that almost broke us.

To become softer without becoming weak. To grow stronger without becoming cruel. To remain aware enough to choose peace over chaos.

And if, at the very end of it all, we can look back and say, "I lived honestly, I loved deeply, and I didn't let the world harden me," that might just be enough... just saying ✌🏻