flowing thoughts

 Think about this for a moment: what's your context? How do you understand things? It seems to me all of us have a frame of reference, we all see the world through our own unique lenses. Context arises in development, a frame of reference is built from scratch on blank personality to later be upheld as a fundamental truth, "what is the history of this protocol?" " where did it start?" "When did it start?" "How did it start?" " Why did it start?" " Who was the first to do so?" I don't have an answer for any of that, but for sure I have possibilities in the now: to understand the effect, not the intention; to trace the extent, not the record; and to make an alteration. "Does it need to be changed?!" Our natural instinct often lies to us. Our ego thrives on the thoughts of significance and supreme perception; that same belief is the reason for our downfall. "Does it have to be changed?!" I don't kn

 My dream, that which is born in every season, that does not die, that if it shines, the bird carries its bed-sticks to its room, which it truly knows, which does not know itself, which has age for all ages, which has beauty, the genius of poetry, and which has pain the energy of contentment to live under writing cap. My dream, which I read in a book, then I saw it on the cinema screen, and then I remembered that it was floating with me, on a plank of wood, in the flood. Which I had never wished for, and I emigrated and met it in the night. The one who I realized, after long incense, that it is only mine to dream, and that there is no share, so I resorted it, to escape from my impossible dream, to the writing vault.  Everyone left me: everyone left, they all left, looking for in books, in cinemas, in the alleys, and in the hollows of the world. Poets fly in the air. Sufis permeate the pores of danger towards the absolute. Prophets in wells, in prairies, on crosses, and in seclusion cav

kindness is a trait for me, and I became merciful to those I do not know, so how about those I love? How can I be cruel to those I am afraid of blinking the eye, injuring them. But they amputated my hands and my heart, how do we hold on to those who amputated our hands?  With what excuse do we convince them and convince ourselves to stay and we have exhausted the excuses of their wounds and abandonment.. How do we fight our battles with those whose swords do not know an enemy other than our mind? And the wounds they opened in our heart and left, are we not ashamed when we tell the heart that we want them back? And if we go back, what will happen? Do you expect my amputated hands to hug you!? I don't know what motivates us to give us other chances, I think we say to ourselves;  At least this time we can't hold on and we no longer have fingers of regret that we are afraid to bite. I think we are given another chance because we are no longer afraid of losing because we have alread

Being an only child, the parents can spend well in the upbringing of the child. The child can be provided with better nutritious and well balanced food which may not be possible in a big family. The child can have fruits drinks, and nice things to eat like biscuits and chocolates. The child can have better clothing of good materials and new fashions. Besides these the child can enjoy a good education. He can be sent to a good school from the beginning because the parents can afford to meet the expenses. Good education means good books, good teachers and good learning tools. For instance, where there are many children an average parent cannot find means to provide even a good atlas and instrument box. Picture books and story books will be out of question. Because of better attention to his education, the only child can hope to reach high rungs of the ladder provided, of course, he had the brains. Another signal advantage is the parent can attend on the child personally. This will help t

 You know maybe today your bummed out because of the things objects you don't have, , things you desire, weight you want to be, the life you want but didn't accomplish, having being not with a person you want,or the fact you can't go outside, but I just wish you realized that you already have the most important things in life, I am so thankful to be able to breath without ever paying,I am so grateful I can wake up in the morning and feel the sun in my face and the wind on my skin, I am so thankful to be able to watch the trees wable everyday, flowers bloom , and the plants serving me, I am so happy and grateful be able to have a beating heart, water to drink, to even be able to wake up, I am so thankful to look up the sky and see the most beautiful art ,watch the clouds move and form different shape being able to look up at night and look at one of the most beautiful creations looking down at me But you know, if you couldn't experience one of this there are a billion re

 Depression is emotional cancer.You know you're depressed when you feel hopeless, lose interest in things u used to like, difficulty on concentrating and making decisions. And you feel the only way out is suicide. But that ain't the way even if you feel like this world will be better of without u and its hard to come out of those feelings all u hear is some sad songs abt depression and mumbling about drug and some shit..even there is so much fucked up Instagram posts that praise about being sad and depressed. But remember you can always open up to someone you feel close to, a friend, family even a therapist just to get it out of your chest .Even when you see your loved ones act out don't ignore it pls I beg you don't, especially on this time its gonna be hard for them because some people use school, work and hanging out with friends as a escape from what they're going through to distruct themselves and now they can even do that. So check up on ur friends ask how the