modern life

  • Borrowed Things

    Maybe it is just boredom that has brought me here, tired of human suffering. Not because suffering is unusual. Because it repeats itself with remarkable dedication. I sat watching people today and couldn’t decide what they were actually chasing. A better job. A bigger house. Someone else’s attention. An argument they intended to win before…

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  • There is a strange kind of silence that only writers hear. It doesn’t sound like silence at all. It sounds like an empty room where people were laughing five minutes ago. I never thought I would run out of things to say. Writers joke about writer’s block the way fishermen joke about rain. It exists.…

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  • There is a sickness most people do not talk about. Not because it is rare.Because it is rewarded. It wears expensive clothes.It gets promotions.People clap for it at award ceremonies.They call it discipline.Drive.Dedication.Leadership. But if we are honest, ambition is not always a gift.Sometimes it is a parasite. A living thing attached to your nervous…

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  • If you think it, you are right.Left, right, sideways, upside down.You are right. Focus on me or don’t.Listen to me or don’t.Either way, you’re right. Because what you see is all that will ever be.Not because it’s true, but because it’s the only version you keep feeding. Tell me your story and I will tell…

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