#free your mind

[learning2balance]

"Grief is the price of love that refused to fade. To feel its weight is not a curse, but a covenant."

Loss is not an event. It is a reckoning, a breaking, a transformation. What was is not lost, but woven into the unseen rhythm of existence—like music carried on the wind, felt in the bones, never fully gone. They are in the echoes of a song that once played in the background of your laughter, in the melody that drifted through a shared moment so small at the time, yet now infinite in its absence. What is, is the ache that hums beneath the surface of your days, the way their name still forms on your lips before you remember the silence. And what will never be again is the cruelest symphony—the unfinished notes, the conversations that will remain forever unspoken, the future that was composed but will never be played.

But love does not die. It transforms. It moves from presence to memory, from words to vibration, from something seen to something felt. It lingers in the spaces they once filled, in the cadence of your voice, in the rhythm of your own heartbeat. Cymatics teaches us that sound, though invisible, shapes the world—it bends water, forms patterns in sand, moves through us even when we cannot see it. And love is no different. It does not vanish. It imprints itself upon you, reverberating through every part of your being, shaping who you are in ways you will never fully understand.

To close yourself off to love is to close yourself off to pain. But to close yourself off at all—to retreat into numbness, to refuse to feel—is the greatest betrayal of all. Because the pain you carry is not suffering; it is proof that you lived, that you loved, that you dared to let someone matter so deeply that their absence now carves itself into your soul. Grief is not the enemy. It is love’s final form, the echo of something too profound to simply disappear. If you deny this pain, if you silence it, if you try to bury it beneath distraction and indifference, you are not sparing yourself—you are severing yourself from the most human truth there is.

To grieve is not to be broken. It is to stand in the storm of what was, what is, and what will never be, and let it pass through you without shutting the door. It is to honor every moment, every breath, every glance, every laugh that ever existed between you. Because if you pretend it does not hurt, you pretend they did not matter. And that is the only true loss.

The world does not care if you grieve. It does not stop for loss. But you—you must care. You must stand in the pain, feel it, cherish it, because it is the last gift they gave you. It is proof that they lived, that they mattered, that their love was real enough to leave an echo in your soul. To grieve is not to suffer. It is to honor. It is to love beyond the limits of time.

The beating heart, the pulse in your chest, is not merely an organ—it is the rhythm of your existence, the drum that has kept time through love, through loss, through every moment that has shaped you. Its cadence is not yours alone; it is a composition written by every soul that has ever touched your life, every voice that has ever spoken your name, every hand that has ever reached for yours. It is the rhythm of what was, what is, and what will never be again, all entwined in the unbroken song of your existence.

And so, you welcome the pain. Not as a wound, but as a sacred thing. Because love does not end. It only becomes something eternal—something unseen, but felt, forever shaping the life you live.

"To grieve is to bear witness to love’s eternity—to stand in the echoes of what once was, to honor what is, and to carry forward what will never be again."

K

[reality-detective]

No one escapes this 👆

What are you waiting for? 🤔

[creepyolddude1973]

[marzipanandminutiae]

I know people can do what they want aesthetically and I 100% would never say this to someone's face! I'm sure other people have thought this in reverse and I get it! but

when I'm going through dating apps and a woman has a pic at a Renaissance Faire or in her culture's national dress or in a specific Subculture Look or in a fantastical or historical outfit for some reason, in amidst all the milquetoast Normal Modern Generic USAmerican Fashion Looks, it's physically painful

my darling. your beauty is being wasted.

[cyberianpunks]

get-get-get-get-got-got-got-got

[positiveupwardspiral]

[sanctiphera]

I rarely notice the word PEACE on the pro-Palestinian demonstrations, and I hardly notice a call for the release of the Israeli hostages. But maybe I just miss something.

[mercurial-cereal]

[askarsjustsoswedish]

Alexander Skarsgård – Free Your Mind – Cut Copy (x)

How Cut Copy got Alexander Skarsgård in their video - Dan Whitford:  “Basically we did a show in Rio and Alex Skarsgard actually came down to the show and demanded to come backstage after. He wanted to see us because he wanted to tell us what a massive fan he was. He was telling us this story about how he was shooting a series called Generation Kill in the Kalahari Desert without a break for like four or five months and while he was there his one link back to home was listening to our second record “In Ghost Colours” on repeat. It just took him back to being in Stockholm and partying. The life he was missing out on was represented by that record. So he had this emotional attachment to that album and was a massive fan and he basically came backstage to tell us all this. We ended up hanging out and having this crazy night. The next day he introduced us to his family. He comes from a big family of actors, obviously his Dad’s a massive actor, who were all there with him at the same time. We somehow became best buddies just from hanging out in this 24 hour period and said “if we’re ever in the same place again let’s hang out”. We had such an awesome time.

So when we were thinking about making a video for this new record we thought we’d ask him and see if he would be interested in doing it. Like, no pressure, but if you were up for it that would be awesome. We sent him the song, he loved it and he said “I’m in, let’s make this happen”. It was a very organic thing. I guess like a lot of the stuff we’ve done it’s via people we know or through friends. It was just amazing in this case because that friend happened to be this big shot Hollywood actor who people are quite fanatical about. He’s got quite the set of abs on him. It’s funny, towards the end of the day when all the staff were packing up, the ones that were left was this group of like six or seven different make up girls and hair stylists who found a reason to stick around. Everywhere he went he had this entourage of girls following him around just being like, “Skkkkaaaarrrrsssgggaarrrdd”.”

Pedestrian TV (x)

[reality-detective]

The beauty 💫 of nature ❇️ never ceases to amaze me. 👀

Remember while we are in the midst of this spiritual war ⚔️ to venture out and absorb all her beautiful energy. Focus on this 🌎 and not on all the darkness.

Mother Nature ❇️ is more powerful than these inverted satanic freaks.

Never forget how powerful you are! Your focus 👁️ is a weapon. This is why the dark ones try so hard to get your attention. Focus on love 💜 and nature ❇️. Ignore their distractions as they are fighting a losing battle and are lying sore losers!

Be aware 👀 but not obsessed⚡️ follow your intuition 👁️ and always remember love 💜 is the most powerful force in the universe. 💫

[rafiknytvphotoandfilm]

Indeed, what is happening today.

[pinkfloyd-musicartnaturelove]

[blackbrownfamily]

[learning2balance]

The Invisible Threads of Fate

"Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant." — Seneca

We convince ourselves that we are the sole architects of our lives, that every step is deliberate, every choice a product of our own making. But beneath the surface, fate weaves its own design, stitching together moments of serendipity that lead us toward the people who will shape us most. Some will sharpen us like a blade. Others will remind us of truths we’ve long ignored. And some will arrive simply to alter our course forever.

The mistake is believing that these encounters are meaningless. That we can afford to close ourselves off, to hesitate, to let fear dictate which conversations we have and which ones we avoid. But every missed moment, every ignored connection, is a door left unopened. And who we become is not defined by what we know, but by the doors we dare to walk through.

"We suffer more in imagination than in reality." — Seneca

K

[inkedwingss]

last night I had a poem looking pretty in my mind words dancing all around faster than I would type well I didn't even get up from bed I was actually too tired to do that didn't type anything and didn't write fell asleep and lost those rhymes I just feel very weird about it sometimes like a job I want to quit from and hide leave all the creativity and madness behind make a coffee, bake some bread: I will be fine after all our employers expect machines and drones while big tech and pharma lick each other to the bones our meat in their plates— please, take me home! where time died and the clock of man is gone

but I will always come back to it, you see it's not an escape, it's not even a mystery perhaps my misery, or maybe my ordinary soul, heart, mind— breaking— free!

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[therealmackenson10]

The talmud says that god gave the jews not only I the power to overcome the ways of the world but the power to overcome god himself. 🤮

@endcelebrationofignorance