Hello, friend.
Here we are...
On this wildly spinning rock, hurdling through space around a blazing star, held together by invisible threads of gravity and mystery—as if the cosmos is hosting some grand experiment…to see how long humanity can spin in circles, chasing distractions, while the quiet truth waits patiently at the still point within.
Perhaps we may be living for the next weekend.
The next dopamine hit?
The next latte, next scroll, next selfie, next “like,” as we slowly drift from our own being?
Or do we exist to wait for the next thing?
The next job,
the next phase,
the next crisis,
the next midlife awakening,
and eventually… the next buffet in the retirement home?
Is this what we came for?
To rinse and repeat the sacred routine of wake, work, worry, sleep, dream?
the next crisis,
the next midlife awakening,
and eventually… the next buffet in the retirement home?
Is this what we came for?
To rinse and repeat the sacred routine of wake, work, worry, sleep, dream?
To ride the waves of Monday blues,
Wednesday indifference,
Friday highs,
and Sunday night dread?
"Have you noticed how birthdays come and go, resolutions fade, yet we keep moving forward—repeating familiar patterns like clockwork? Hopefully, each step will uncover a bit more of what truly matters."
Is this living… or just rehearsing a script no one remembers writing?
"Or are we merely dreaming with our eyes open? Are we truly alive? Because to the one whose soul has started to stir,
this all looks suspicious.The illusion thins.
The roles feel stale.
And the calendar—once just numbers—now ticks with a quiet, unsettling urgency."
So we ask:
Where is the off-ramp from this cosmic carousel—this endless spin of doing, becoming, and forgetting?
"Maybe—just maybe—there’s life beyond the lists, the deadlines, and the carefully crafted chaos.
Not after death, but here.
Right now."
In the space between shoulds and shouldn'ts.
But how do we break the spell of normal?
Of autopilot?
Of the socially acceptable madness we call success?
Surely there’s more.
More than being well-behaved consumers and part-time dreamers.
More than organizing our closets while our hearts remain cluttered.
Where’s the sacred thread through all this noise?
Where’s the wild joy that doesn’t come from Amazon Prime?
Where is the truth—the absolute, unfiltered, inconvenient, glorious truth
that reminds us why we’re even here.
Hello…
Is anyone listening?
Can you hear it—that quiet question echoing deep inside?
"Or has the world's noise grown so loud that we've lost touch with the quiet voice within?"
Or are we lost in daily routines, wearing masks we never chose, playing roles we barely remember agreeing to"?
Perhaps just pretending not to care—smiling, nodding, moving through the motions, as if any of it truly made sense."
But beneath the surface,
in the quiet hours—
don’t we all wonder?
Does anyone else feel this ache?
Does anyone else sense there’s more than this?
Or am I the only one still asking—why are we here?
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