As I recollect myself into the boundaries of my own body and mind, I reckon the truth and the bitter taste it brings with her. Everything make sense only in a very, limited cone of space time
This was honestly incredible. I’ve read pieces before that tried to capture that space between feeling and thought, but this actually lives there. The way you layered philosophical insight with poetic rhythm made it feel less like reading and more like falling into something reflective and sacred.
It resonated deeply—especially the parts about conscious living and purposeful attention. That idea that "life happens at you until you choose to happen in life" hit so hard. Thank you for writing this and sharing it so vulnerably. You noticed my work and took time with it, which meant a lot. Just wanted you to know yours left an impact too.
This was honestly incredible. I’ve read pieces before that tried to capture that space between feeling and thought, but this actually lives there. The way you layered philosophical insight with poetic rhythm made it feel less like reading and more like falling into something reflective and sacred.
It resonated deeply—especially the parts about conscious living and purposeful attention. That idea that "life happens at you until you choose to happen in life" hit so hard. Thank you for writing this and sharing it so vulnerably. You noticed my work and took time with it, which meant a lot. Just wanted you to know yours left an impact too.
Thank you for your attention 🙏
Damn that’s intense. And perfectly describes the ever-evolving nature of “Truth” as you so eloquently put it .
Thank you Maliha, grateful for the attention 🙏