#somethoughts

[thoughtfulsidghu]

l would normally begin with a very unique and corny statement, but I decided to stick to the topic. I have changed. Naturally and eventually.

I like staying quiet. Perhaps because I am an overthinker, even if l don’t look like one. And I don’t know if people tend to see everything around them but I observe too much. Or maybe too little.

I believe there is some hypocrisy in us. In our personalities and attitudes, even if we deny it. A lot of times, you’ll find yourself comparing a person who did something unbecoming or inconvenient, to you. You will think that you could have done the same thing in a better way and provided an easier solution. I often find myself doing this. No matter how much I preach about equality and feminism quotes on Pinterest, I still become rude or hypocritical at times. I think to myself – ‘Try better next time. Don’t judge them, it’s just what they could think of.’ The next time, however, I end up iterating the cycle.

My point is, there will always be hypocrisy in you – to some extent. If we were all equal and fair, no one would be equal and fair. Human nature compels you to find flaws in every possible aspect of your life. To be perfectly candid, there is nothing much you can do but simply let it be. Because at times, not everything needs to be positive.

I am surrounded by a lot of people. Like my teachers and peers and family. My schoolmates, for instance, have been around me for several years and I know them quite well. When we were in middle school, I used to have a presumption about almost everyone I knew. I was stubborn that this girl was nosy and that that boy was rude. Later on, there was a long pause and we were not around each other. But, a lot of those presumptions stayed with me; even when I grew older, made new friends and forgot others. When we got back, I was pleasantly surprised. Not just on seeing everyone’s physical appearances but also the moments when I got to interact with them.

I came to the conclusion that I observe too much. Because that one month was quite a reset. All of them had forgotten – or moved on from the fact that – we had had arguments or even significant fights. I spoke to a lot of people for the very first time; even if they had been right there for a decade!

It dawned on me that people can be good and they can change for their own good. It was just me who matured earlier and felt that others would remain the same while I would go on to become an adult. How strangely the mind works!

I now jump onto a new trend. Imperfection is the new perfection. (My friends would definitely call me a hypocrite on this one because I can get fussy about trivial things.) Earlier, communities used to be married to the idea of perfection. The perfect family or the perfect child or the perfect behaviour. Now, we don’t do perfectly. We do imperfectly. (That’s quite a hip thing to say, I must admit.) Why? I’ll just guess, my imperfect answer.

Society took perfection to ungodly heights, in my opinion. Everything had to be in a certain way. It was like that psychology - the more you suppress an emotion or put barriers over things, the more you long for them, and the more inquisitive you become. I am not saying those times were bad, but that nature hung in the air. Opinions weren’t popular, per se. There was definitely some external influence, but I don’t know what changed at that time. I suppose we found flaws in the status quo and disrupted it.

And today, I believe that the reason why imperfection is so powerful is that we want to portray ourselves in the most humane way. It’s like an overly emphasized justification for our mistakes by making those mistakes. Again, if we were all perfect no one would be perfect and again your human nature will do this reverse psychology trick and find flaws and that whole picture in understanding is mind-blowing.

To conclude my very long thoughts, I would say that I would not at all prefer to put lines like - ‘Let’s be positive about everything and hope for the best.’

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[kowlsy]

Artists vs Content Creators (TSV are the first)

I finally Got it with fantasia but I'm thinking its going to happen w/mendy. The artists perspective is that they did it, and now they will go and create other, new things. The point is creation and the best thing you can do is move forward to create more and better art

the CC perspective is too wring as many clicks and videos out of each project— the goal is high clicks and the project is the medium through which that happens. We see it all the time. Youtuber makes something, does a hyper video to promote it, then a review video of it, then a bts, then a interview, then a reaction to reddit etc etc. Its not….exactly contrary to the artists mindset but it is different. B and E have an artists mindset. Why talk about fantasia when we can go and make b2tsm. Why talk about b2tsm when we can make mendy.

its. 1) refreshing as shit. and 2) really just makes me appreciate how they are classical musicians who happen to be making youtube videos and not youtubers whose niche is classical music. They just want to make cool stuff. Forever and always.

but yeah. fully expecting them to talk about it for 1/3 of a ll40hrs and then Never mention it again

[insectsinsects]

drurnk and coming down RN somethoughts

Everyone I talked to tn was fun. Even the guy that was dressed as *someone* from Platoon (he gave me a Miller High Life in exchange for a sam adams? Business— that was not comparable at all and I won that). I should really watch that. We got Monsters university and Breakfast at Tiffany's in attendance too. Cool variety.

Hair is currently wet but am sitting about reminiscing about 2022 maybe and how many things were novel to me back then. It's been nice to hearken back to sensations I felt were gone to me while simultaneously experiencing everything new in life. Reminded me I'm ready for things probably, though closing out a chapter often feels like severing a good limb though it's served you well and has carried thousands of logs or something.

I remember more than I realize. Feeling whittled down by cold wind and seeing light pierce through the night reminds of me soho or like any other place and listening to music takes me entirely back. I recall half-heartedly meeting-cute in April and ruining that and meeting two comically opposite suitors in March that next year. Everyone has qualities which warrant affinity probably. Last year taught me that. Nice to see new things are inspiring such emotion. I feel like I've been itching to do something new forever

[eduardex-blog]

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Try this? Take a match or a stick and see how far you can throw it, yikes not that far, now take the same match or stick and by placing it in between your thumb and forefinger and flick it. What's the result, weirdly enough (I did) flick it loads further than I could actually throw it. Then taking the mechanics of actually throwing something vs the flick it makes no sense that the flick actually went further the throw had more motion more distance but the end result wasn't as good. A silly story I know, but this had me thinking that it was probably the kinetic energy from the flick, the forefinger pushing towards the stick or match and at a certain point, when the energy compounded by the thumb giving way drove the match further away than the throw. Now, why am I pondering this, mmm Perhaps if applied to life, no matter how strong your arm is or how fast you can swing it because there was no resistance it didn't help much in throwing it. The much smaller less powerful finger flick due to the resistance did way better. I take this lesson from it, when you are facing resistance, learning something staying up late going the extra mile, or merely facing some adversity which could be judged as resistance. Keep pushing. at some point, the resistance will give way and you will be further towards your endeavor than by not facing the resistance! Perhaps we then it would be advantageous to seek resistance do what is hard and difficult for it will yield a better result. Just something I thought would add a little light on a Wednesday. #weirdwednesday #somethoughts #facetheresistance #keeppushing #growbydoing #learn #move #more #faster #youmaketheday #mindmatters #allinyou #trainyourmind #thisday #lightuptheweek #montreal #pei #saskatoon #toronto #calgary #love #magic #wonder https://www.instagram.com/p/CRmoS_2DQWL/?utm_medium=tumblr

[0rdinarythoughts]

یہ زندگی روگ کیوں ہے

یہ دل پر بوجھ کیوں ہے

جو نہیں مل سکتا کبھی

مجھے اسی کا شوق کیوں ہے

یہ صبح میں شام کیسی ہے

یہ رات میں دن کیوں ہے

درد ہی ملنا تھا اگر

وہ تجھ سے ملا کیوں ہے

اب تو سب خواب بجھ سے گۓ آنکھوں میں

پھر یہ اک نہئ شب کا اجالا کیوں ہے

محبت ہی انسان کو مار دیتی ہے

یہ موت کا بہانا کیوں ہے

جہاں سے ملنے ہیں سبھی دھوکے

وہی اپنا یارانہ کیوں ہے

ہم نے بھی تو چاہتیں لو ٹائ تھی حسن

مقدر میں ہمارے ہی اندھیرا کیوں ہے

��زقلم 🥀سہیل حسن رضا

5/6/2020

[bleedpurplestayclassy]

An imperfect union

2020 has been a summer unlike any other, 

tougher for all of our sisters and brothers,

both white, and of all beautiful colors.

Far too many full of heartache and pain, 

far too many friends unlawfully slain.

Bigotry and hate, protests, and riots, 

Spouting from anger and uprises 

caused by leadership leading fleetingly,

only when it’s far too late.

So here are some words, a first attempt at prose,

from a soon-to-be, obviously, poet-non-pro,

deeply concerned, cis-male,

who’s hetero.

Here to tell a tale already often told.

I’m the very face of those,

from whom oppression so often flows.

So, here’s one of my humble goals:

to apply pressure,

not leisure,

to the powers of those,

blessed with privilege, 

long-saved from the spotlight’s visage,

cloaked in the robes of our legislative “pros”

working to subvert so many of the hopes,

found in our nation’s very mission.

I seek only to serve, to proclaim,

the words of so many others,

frustrated just the same,

as you and me.

I seek no fame, 

won’t offer my name,

for this isn’t for me, or just mine.

Still I’ll use my mind and some rhymes to give voice,

to those empowered with a civic choice,

to vote out Trump and let liberty rejoice.

As we tear down these macabre monuments, 

to the very evil men and their emoluments,

of a nation born from slavery and unjust bondage.

We must not fail, this fall, 

to oust those who respond to change’s call,

with anger, those not seeking to progress,

who would rather just build a wall,

a wall which actually, in this pandemic,

imprisons us all.

My voice is not unique, 

my arguments unoriginal, 

but my brothers’ voices have been treated

as though their message of equality is subliminal, 

or worse yet, even treated as criminal.

I offer these words, 

sharpened as swords,

thrust to the hearts of those,

who would see our nation boarded,

closing our borders out of ignorance and fear.

If this white guy writes it, 

more ears may hear,

that it’s high time, 

for Trump’s crimes,

to be jeered, 

not revered. 

May his terror come to an end this year.

What happened to this country,

this often proclaimed, sacred place? 

Such a fast descent, 

by a nation once famous, 

for being the epitome of decent!

I was graced to be a

person to loudly praise, 

a flag we once proudly raised.

Yet I find my ability to feel pride these days,

lost in the crazed haze of an unending maze,

I’m amazed!

That one administration could annihilate, 

wipe clean, what once was etched-in-slate,

opposed to bigotry and the idiocy of hate.

A nation once held as the world’s standard,

our idiotic elected grandstander,

feigns to be patriotic,

now pleased to see our good name slandered.

He’s idiotic.

Yet he’s allowed to keep pandering, 

with his ill-informed clamoring,

words fired through twitter rants,

like munitions, his answers,

shot from poorly-aimed panzers, 

always missing the mark,

with his every childish remark.

How is a narcissistic man, 

with toxic insecurity, 

somehow in charge, 

of our national security?

He’s best friends with our enemies, 

insulting foreign dignitaries, 

unhidden, unmitigated glee,

In his unceasing, dictator-loving tweets.

Can we survive a longer regime? 

Sorry, candidacy, 

excuse me. 

The thought of four more years?

Insane. Lunacy.

His qualities elude me. 

Let’s vote as though, 

we know, 

it’s life and death, 

not right and left,

Come from high, 

with pride, 

to legally, loudly reply, 

NO.

To this despot wannabe,

And all his policies.

Let’s delight in, 

and ignite this,

fight for the right,

of minorities and whites,

to sleep safely at night,

without the fear to die,

by the guns of guys, 

with flashlights,

silhouetted by blue, red, and white, 

flashing lights.

Our founders, 

flawed as they were,

fought to write, in our laws, 

to create and ensure 

the right of a free press,

free people, from censure.

Let’s venture, 

to make sure Trump, 

sees due process.

For crimes,

of which he and his crew are fraught with. 

When justice finds just causes, 

May they rot quick.

We’ve got this!

Imperfect is our history. 

Slavery.

Misery.

Idylatry.

All sins sold under the guises,

of promises of free commerce.

of equality, and progress.

For a party whose,

platform swears, 

they’re rooted in “family values,” 

there’s sure a lot of jack-booted, 

attacks “reforming” a family’s value...

What child thrives, 

where friends’ lost lives, 

remain on their minds, 

more than nine times nine?

What test can measure, 

the propensity for infants,

who grow up bearing witness,

to a nation still plagued by instants,

where the dispensation of value,

to the lives of its very own citizens,

is called into question,

subservient to what’s best for businesses?

Do all lives truly matter to all you guys,

if the words “Black Lives Matter,”

is still treated as idle chatter,

by the privileged whites,

with sharpened knives to grow fatter,

off foods they serve from shiny silver platters?

Not sure about you, 

but I’d certainly rather,

reexamine the sadder,

realities of this ideal world,

we’re all supposedly after.

If all lives matter, 

why is it so often that,

the lives of non-whites are stolen, 

by preventable, tragic blood splatter?

If all lives matter,

where are our 

Make America Safe Again 

face masks? 

We should act fast!

So why no calls to wear them? 

How can protecting others scare them?

What about healthcare as a right

for all, not just those with the right

combination of employment rights?

How can you find enjoyment in spite?

How is it some Americans 

don’t want to help you,

only them, only me?

If we are all healthy,

wouldn’t that make us all more wealthy?

The benefits are obvious, not stealthy.

Too expensive they interjected? 

Imagine the extent of all our successes, 

when even our very poorest are healthy, fed, protected.

Imagine taxing to heal wounds,

and cure diseases,

not just bombing homes of anyone our nation pleases.

Think of the incentive

to return to being inventive

and progressive, 

instead of racially regressive,

and factually repressive.

An “us” led by intellect, 

and mutual respect,

not a nation poorly led by a rapist, 

with low intellect,

obsessively bent on committing incest?

Change is uncomfortable, I’ll admit it, 

but only when it’s not 

by all of us, sought. 

How can you not be committed? 

Our destiny lies not in honoring our past atrocities, 

but in supporting the youth, the futures of 

our inner cities.

Red lines drawn on white papers,

by white banks,

defunding peoples’ dreams, 

with perpetuities? 

No thanks.

Stealing fathers from families, 

for minor transactions, 

in a war on drugs 

with no clear factions,

I wonder who I would be, 

if this government and its agencies, 

not my mother and father, raised me?

So in the votes we make this fall; 

if we survive this pandemic,

will we lead a globally resurgent economy, 

or just build a wall?

Our destiny calls.

Do we fight for our values, 

stand tall, return impressive, 

or bend to the whims,

of Russia’s favorite operative/submissive?

Tired of negative press?

Same. 

Tired of old arguments 

screamed by new generations? 

Same. 

Solution?

It goes by many names.

A Congress, 

non-factioned, 

ran by compromise and compassion, 

lost in translation, this nation

has lost sight of a government led in this fashion.

It is now our choice whether to embrace the pace 

of this status quo approach 

or to eradicate those,

who would choose to placate 

the fragile ego

of a twitter-happy child of a man 

from an old, failed TV show.

All it takes is casting a vote against bigotry.

False Christianity.

Unfairly privileged diplomatic immunity 

for criminality that’s lasted too long

in too many communities.

Dump Trump. Please.

Enjoy the release 

that can only come 

when all, not some

can freely breathe with ease,

not fearing the hate-filled knees

too often pressed into their necks

while all the world sees.

A world which so far, has failed to cease

the president’s support of mentalities 

that feed into these 

constant acts of depravity.

Trump misleads the masses,

every time he holds a mass 

on the altar of a mass grave 

of our continent’s natives.

Justice for them, too long belated.

Change a racist football team’s name?

This argument is so insane,

it shouldn’t have to even be made,

yet the value of a change

eludes Trump’s brain.

Let’s find solutions and climb higher. 

We can inspire 

generations mired

in mediocrity,

to return the USA to a state of global veneration.

Flawed as our founding fathers were,

they wrote down an adequate foundation, 

solid enough to create a united, brave nation

that was wise enough to never be satisfied, 

with the laws which it originally, 

never perpetually,

ratified.

Black lives matter doesn’t mean white lives don’t.

Our history is more than slavery and oppressions,

But in unintentionally erasing 

or maliciously misplacing 

all our hard-learned lessons,

we have forgotten to fear the transgressions 

of those who might

wear all white,

hidden faces under hoods, 

proclaiming their might

in the night

to bomb churches of those who don’t look exactly like

“their” like. 

Regression is infectious

to a foolish populace. 

We can be better together, 

now more than ever.

Policies to the contrary 

cannot return us 

to being seen as visionary,

exemplary or just.

Progress may cost us,

but it’s worth every cent,

to end the recent trend

of descending towards idiocracy.

When there’s hope, we should freely offer it, 

while Trump would just seek to profit off of it. 

His coffers?

They’re coffins

full of debts delayed, 

or outright unpaid. 

So wholly is he depraved! 

A bankrupt conscience is becoming of him, 

just as our nation of many languages

languishes with poisoned veins,

direct injections of the insane,

coming from his MAGA hatted-campaigns.

We live in unprecedented times, 

led by a man guilty of unpresidential crimes, 

over multiple times.

Still some wonder why our response to COVID has been

so criminally negligent at every non-step by this has-been?

We will only find 

the answers we seek

in the eyes,

hearts and minds 

of each other,

not in the lines 

in the tomes from guys,

famous for supporting 

the enslaved lives of

who they saw as “others.”

We cannot be scared to find 

within ourselves the immense potential in all of us.

For it is this fear that would blind

our minds with small distractions.

We can no longer accept these small retractions 

by weak politicians who lie in speeches,

to justify Trump’s evils 

when he preaches

to the far right,

their tiki torches alight in moonlight.

He slanders simple truths,

for this we should force him to retire

this very hour of our nation’s need, most dire.

In spite of the lies from the right

of the “might” 

of our healthcare system, 

we should rise and despise

this common enemy, 

slaughtering our sons and daughters 

indiscriminately.

Where’s coronavirus’ vaccine?

Or will we sink to and accept

our fragility 

under the Nazi war eagle-like wings 

of Trump and his cabinet of imbecility?

Will we support science’s progress, 

doctors, masks, common sense,

cleanliness and unbiased reason?

Or will you continue to be party to a misinformed, 

incoherent man’s opinion, 

and help him to keep carrying out his treason?

Will we succumb to those abhorrent qualities 

of the absolute worst of our nation’s presidency?

Or will we give the world a memorable November, 

a turning point in history that will forever be remembered?

Will we grow stronger and come together, 

or stand ignorantly apart?

Will you vote for a failed party,

or vote to save this nation’s heart?

Sincerely signed,

The troubled mind of a severely concerned, deeply privileged citizen of a red state in our nation.

[youre-walking-through-a-forest]

Tense Sunshine

Light streams through these tall windows

Mesh curtains tinting the shine green

Leaves on the maple waving at me

As if beckoning to lay beneath them and breath in all their hard work

The air inside lays sticky and still

Keeping me stuck to this family heirloom

The people here laying low and quiet in lieu of prolonged isolation

But the sun does want

She calls all our names and begs to tint our skin with her love

She travels thousands of miles across our skies

And sleeps to give us refuge

All to feed the creatures she loves so much

But we were selfish

Selfish and greedy to think her love was owed to us

Now we must wait in our glorified caves

Waiting for the fruits of our neglect to pass

[ambitiouslyambivalent]

Birthdays are exhausting.

I turned the ripe, old age of 31 yesterday. For those of you counting, that is 31 years of best friends, minor friends, favorite professors, theatre directors, castmates, ebbs and flows of familial relations, etc... And in the course of 24 hours, I heard from A LOT of them.

Which is appreciated... Until the 12th "So what have you been up to?" question within the hour.

I am incredibly grateful for the people in my life, and for all of those thinking of me as I celebrate another year of my breasts falling another fraction of a centimeter. But, please, let's stay in touch on non-celebratory occasions. Let's spread out the interrogations. I want to hear from all of you. I want to ask YOU questions about your life, but I'd rather not spend half my name day on the phone. Let's get together next week, ok? I promise I'll be bored.

[gabrielleindenver]

Retrospectively

I’ve been in a period of retrospection, and in grave need of a mindless vacation. No phones, social media, work and most of all, no talking. 

Just want to put my feet in the sand, listen to the waves, pray, cry, nap and most of stay quiet. 

You see, I’ve been working hard for close to 15 years. As a parent, daughter, friend, barista, TV producer, host, photographer, freelancer and now around-the-clock social media director and content producer for one of the most famous people in Denver. To put it lightly, I’m exhausted. 

On top of all of that COVID-19, protests and living while Black...I just wonder, when will I get a break?

Retrospectively, what I really want is a break-through. A chance to break through all the noise, the depression, anxiety and lack of motivation that has been weighing me down for a while. 

Been burying myself in my work, only to come up for air just to eat, sleep and occasionally have sex. I’m feeling like a total dud, and some days a complete has-been. A nobody, lost and with no direction. Unfit to be around others and wanting to completely be alone. 

That’s not really possible though...I have a husband, two children, a highly demanding job and family that is constantly hoping to get something from me. 

One day, I’ll get a break though. A break-through. And retrospectively, I always get what I want and need...eventually.

Until then...

[some-quoi]

Quoipl mood

We exchanged contact info so that makes us friends right?

Only meet up regularly cuz of club activity but we friends yeah?

Same interests = friends?

How do people level up from acquaintainces to friends, what's the cheat code

We haven't seen or talked to each other in ages and you still think we're friends/are we still friends??

??? Is it weird to call my teachers friends??

Is platonic attraction even just about friendship, like what is platonic?? Is it

[iprocrastinatefartoomuch]

Some thoughts on 3x03...

Bash’s comment about adding salt is hilarious. That said, I’m way too happy about him being able to cook something. I love the show’s positive portrayals  of masculinity.

The argument between Marilla and Anne is way too accurate.

Mathew showing Delphine around the farm is precious. On a side note: I’m glad that Jerry knows how to change a nappy.

I don’t think Mary’s infection isn’t going away. I do hope that penicillin is a thing by now.

It’s totally fucked up that no local doctor is willing to see her. So much for first, do no harm.

I snickered alongside Tillie when she mentioned the Devil’s Tongue.

Oh Ruby…never change.

Josie, knock it off. Moody’s flirting skills have definitely improved, so yeah for him?

“I am beautiful when I cry”- I aspire to be as confident as Ruby when I cry

There’s so much second-hand embarrassment from this scene but alas they’re 16 and must suffer from the perils of first forays into flirting and romance as I did (and sadly still am). 

I swear to God that Mary better not be dying. She cannot. Sepsis…WTF, why?

I know that bedside manner perhaps wasn’t such a big deal during the turn of the century but why is Dr. Ward having Gilbert break the news to Mary. It’s kind of a shitty thing to do for all the parties involved, in my opinion.

Gilbert’s face when he sees Anne just broke my heart.

What I love about Anne is her ability to empathize with others. I also admire how the writers of this show constantly remind the audience the horrors of a 19th century upbringing as an orphan without being insensitive, sensational or repetitive. Her being a supportive friend is everything. That said, I’m sure that experience will add to Gilbert’s journey to becoming a doctor. Not everything you do will be as joyful as delivering a child.

While I’m glad the hug took place, I so dearly wish it was under more pleasant conditions.

I know Bash is grieving but I hope that he’ll be able to fulfill Mary’s last wish.

Savages as “heathens”. Oh the federal agent can just fuck off alongside the priest and Ms. Lynde

“That girl you mentioned, be sure to marry for love, only for love.”-Mary Bash. This show has got me tears in one minute and then in another, me grinning from ear to ear.

Fucking Elijah, just go and see your mom.

Anne promising to take Delphine under her wings and by suggesting she write a letter and by compiling a book of her recipes is so self-less.

While I’m glad the Barrys agreed to host the post-Easter luncheon for Mary, I wish they would’ve been her friend when she wasn’t dying. I guess better late than never.

I know I can’t blame Gilbert and Anne for expelling the virtues of school to Ka'kwet when hers will be heartbreakingly different from their own but I can’t be a little miffed that they didn’t meet with the agent. I’m sure then, their opinions of the residential school would change.

The talk Sebasion & Mary had saying goodbye to one another was beautiful but heartbreaking 

I’m so glad that Joslyn and Constance got to be there for Mary’s last days. The scene when Joslyn says to Constance, “You owe me $5” is one of the funniest scenes from the series.

All of that food looks so good.

The hat she made looks so beautiful.

Holy shit, that is one beautiful garden.

The kite at the end caught me off guard and made me cry again.

Final thoughts:

I hate that Mary is dying. Why, I know it advances the story but still?

I also have to commend the writers for being so accurate. I love how there isn't a specific moment that Marilla and Anne acknowledge that they should stop being hostile to one another. Instead it’s through their actions that they show that they still care deeply for one another. 

[nachts-wach]

little things i like, that are "unnecessary" - a list (to be continued)

the sound of the flame coming up when i kindle a match

this little moment, when i put one tealight to another which is already burning - and a little drop of wax drops into the flame and so there comes up this big lightening flame

the moment i switch off the light and see all the more or less little lights of the candles, the strings of light and my lava lamp

the moment when i stand still while a walk and my ears realize the silence of nature, only interrupted by leaves rustling in the wind, some crickets or bees - the moment when i feel that all the heaviness, all the noise in my head is squeezed out by this peace

this little moment when i realize how much i carry in my head, so much heaviness - these are the moments when i experience peace and calmness, because only in these moments i realize what my head had to go through

when someone hugs me a little bit longer and tighter than usual

consciously not looking at the clock while doing something good for my soul

undressing my socks so the (cuddly) blanket touches my feet

burbling of water

feeling soft wind in my face - feels like a touch of God

taking a walk with God

coming home from a walk and feeling, how the pressure got less

being able to let work be work and just finally do something good to my soul again since days/weeks/...

feeling that i can breath calmed

birds singing

smiling about someone's joke while taking down my head - dude, i felt more for you than just the thought that you're funny

sitting outside with a blanket on a not too cold evening (or better at night), hearing the silence

being dreamy with God

walking on the empty streets of my district at night

smelling flowers - especially wild ones

standing on a mountaintop, looking down at the city - realizing how small, easy and unnecessary all of this is and what freedom is about

nature

dogs

old people

walking through the streets at night, looking into the houses, seeing warm light and people enjoying their evening (together)

smelling hay

walking

taking a bath while watching a movie and eating some gooood stuff

christmas markets

christmas

snow

taking a hot bath after a long time spent in the cold outside in the winter - when your feet and hands and arms hurt as you lay down in the water and you got goosebumps

silence

staying awake till it's getting bright again slowly outside

feeling that i don't have to talk much to Him, because my God knows just what i want to tell, say, ask for

remembering good (little) things

seeing good (little) things

[gsilverveilb]

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[kapmar17-blog]

Чем люди проще - тем они счастливее. Это именно та мысль, которая посетила меня несколько лет назад. И знаете что, все проходит, ничего не вечно. Поэтому принимать момент во внимание и использовать шанс нужно прямо здесь и сейчас, другого такого может и не быть. Мы все сделаны из одних и тех же костей и крови. Мы все равны. Не важен возраст, национальность, уровень достатка - все может поменяться по взмаху крыла бабочки. Но оставаться нужно всегда человеком, а точнее собой. // Well, as much a person is simple - as happy he/she is. This is exactly what I learned couple years ago. And you know what - nothing lasts forever. So take the situation the way it is and use your chance. No one knows if you gonna get another one. We all are the same people. We are made of the same blood and bones even if we are different age, different religion and we have different income. Everything could be changed just by the wave of a butterfly's wing. But it is necessary to remain a human, it's important to be yourself. #door #tbilisi #georgia #somethoughts #canon #vsco #chair (at Tbilisi, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvFYJB_F0YT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15kiuk7ujyw4p

[0rdinarythoughts]

اللۂ کے سامنے رو لینے سے سب درد ڈھلنے لگتے ہیں مٹنے لگتے ہیں مالک ہے نا وہ اپنی مخلوق کو ازیت میں نہیں دیکھ سکتا آج آدھی رات کو اپنے گھر کے صحن میں نکلا اتنا بڑا تو نہیں پر آسمان نظر آ تا ہے بس اوپر دیکھنا ہی تھا کہ نظریں جمی رہ گئ آسمان پر ستاروں کا جھرمٹ ایک چادر جیسے پیوند کاری ہوئ ہو۔ میرے منہ سی ایک ہی لفظ نکلا واہ اللہ سوہنے تیری قدرت لیکن۔ اس کے ساتھ کچھ سوالات بھی زہن میں آۓ کیا ان ستاروں میں جہان آباد ہیں وہاں بھی کس طرح کے لوگ رہتے ہیں کیا ان کو بھی دکھ تکلیف ازیت ہوتی ہو گی کیا ان کی طرف بھی دھوکہ ہو گا یا وہاں دل توڑنے کا رواج بھی ہو تا ہو گا اور اس کے ساتھ ساتھ رتبہ مڈل کلاس اپر کلاس لوئر کلا س مطلب یہ سب وہاں بھی ہو تا ہو گا پر بات تو سوچنے والی ہے وہاں دل ٹوٹنے پر کیسے رہا جاتا ہو گا وہآں انسان کیسے بدلتے ہوں گے خیر یہ تو اللہ سوہنا ہی جانے ہمارے معصوم سے سوال لیکن پھر ایک بات تو سمج آ گئ کہ اللہ سوہنا ساری کائنات کا مالک ہے وہ کسی کو تکلیف اور ازیت میں نہیں رکھتا چاہے پھر وہ آسمان والے ہوں یا زمین والے۔ سب سے واقف ہے- ازقلم🥀سہیل حسن رضا