philosophy

  • 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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  • In the mornings clarity settles in without any judgement. There is something sacred about the first few moments before the world remembers your name. Before the phone lights up. Before coffee has convinced your body to participate. Before obligations begin collecting their debt. The mind is quiet then. It has already spent the night doing…

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  • There is a room hidden beneath history that few people have ever been invited to see. It has no king upon its throne. Only a contract. The paper is so old the ink has faded, but every generation signs it without reading it first. They inherit the rules before they inherit their own names. A…

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  • There is a peculiar place that almost nobody talks about. It has no walls, no windows, and no clocks. It does not announce itself when you arrive because the people inside believe they are only staying for a minute. Every unfinished dream ever imagined passes through there. A novel with only three chapters written. A…

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  • No one remembered hearing the machine start. Everyone remembered wondering why the silence felt so loud after it stopped. It wasn’t announced. There were no flashing lights. No emergency broadcast. No countdown. Just a strange feeling that somewhere beneath everything…something enormous had sighed its last breath. Then the world blinked. Not dramatically. Not with explosions…

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  • The Road of Seven Tolls

    Long before kingdoms learned to draw maps, there was a road that every soul eventually found. No one knew who built it. No one knew where it began. No one knew where it truly ended. They simply called it The Road of Seven Tolls. The stories said that beyond the final gate lived every life…

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  • The City With No Stairs

    There was a city nobody admitted existed. It wasn’t on any map. You couldn’t buy a ticket there. Nobody ever announced they were moving. One decision at a time, they simply found themselves standing inside its gates. It welcomed everyone. The first visit never looked dangerous. It looked exciting. It looked like freedom. It looked…

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  • There is an old game people play. Two truths and one lie. Two lies and one truth. Most people think the object is fooling everyone else. It isn’t. The object has always been fooling yourself. I wandered into an old courthouse one evening that wasn’t marked on any map. It had no judge. No jury.…

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  • The city lights stretched to the horizon like artificial stars. From the top floor of a glass tower, the world looked conquered. Screens glowed. Markets moved. Politicians argued. Religious leaders preached. Experts explained. And somewhere beneath all that noise, something old was waking up. Nobody could quite figure out why. Ancient symbols were showing up…

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  • The fire cracked and spit sparks into the Texas night. A luxury VRBO sat tucked away in the countryside, miles from the nearest city. The kind of place corporate people rented when they needed to convince themselves they still knew how to relax. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Expensive coffee. Hot tub. String lights hanging from oak trees.…

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