Some people be like Saturn

Your truth doesn’t need words to be. It’s a derivative of the One whose witness never fails or falters. So if others deny or downplay your personal experiences, don’t take the reactivity bait because that’ll enter you into a never-ending mental imprisonment of constantly trying to establish your truth outside yourself. Only love can provide the nuance that accepts your truth. So if you have to explain or anticipate invalidation or skepticism then that’s a sign that it’s an inhospitable space for your truth. Don’t force yourself into that atmosphere.

Wildin’ out?

When someone refuses to acknowledge and heal their pain they develop toxic behavioural patterns because they perpetuate the patterns that caused the pain they are in denial of.

So while we can empathize with someone’s core wounds, this can’t be used as an excuse for their toxic behaviours. Hurt people don’t hurt people. There are plenty of hurt people who are too conscientious and sensitive to inflict the pain that they feel.

Toxic people hurt people.


Don’t internalize people’s thoughts (about you). Most of it is automated spam that circulates through their mind unhindered like a runaway train. The inevitable crash is neurotic.

Hitting the ground running

I feel abandoned on a visceral level
My existence unmet on the levels beyond thought and words
My emotions left unanswered, unacknowledged
The emergence of an instinct to grab on to something, an anchor in the physical world to remind myself that I’m actually living
That I’m not the phantom I feel myself to be
My existence is vague, like it might as well have not been
A faint line

I feel a deep resentment towards life. I wasn’t received when I needed it the most, and now I don’t need it anymore.

Existential nausea

The mundanity of this moment taste metallic.
The grey treetops stripped naked by the cold stretch out like scarecrows, like swaying cemeteries. The wind circling around them seems bereft and in disbelief as if in denial, like a mother clinging on to her child who just breathed his last, rocking back and forth with him in her embrace.

The scariest part of life is that life is independent of will. Spring doesn’t rush to protect nature from the cold because the cold is also nature… Ironically, for spring to interrupt the shedding of life would be to interrupt life itself. So I guess in that regard death is creation. Life wouldn’t be life without unexpected endings.

Expectations are human creations. It rings hollow and shallow because every time it approaches the depths it’s yanked back by the leash of control.


Feel all of your Self all of the time without trying to make the stream run into the ocean of your mind
Stop trying to control, confine, retain, manage, analyze, postpone, protect, mitigate, quarantine what flows through each moment for the first time ever in the existence of everything

You’re expending your all holding back an inevitable tide from coming in
Meanwhile you’re dying to be cooled, to be washed over with the new, to be swept away
You’re dying for the very thing you’re fighting.


I realized that every single person who turned out to be other than what I thought they were had magnetized me through knowledge and perspective that inferred self-awareness. But that was my mistake to infer. Just because someone has unique and novel information doesnโ€™t mean theyโ€™re self-aware and authentic.

I mean, ibleesโ€ฆ?

ููŽูˆูŽุณู’ูˆูŽุณูŽ ุฅูู„ูŽูŠู’ู‡ู ูฑู„ุดู‘ูŽูŠู’ุทูŽูฐู†ู ู‚ูŽุงู„ูŽ ูŠูŽูฐู“ู€ู”ูŽุงุฏูŽู…ู ู‡ูŽู„ู’ ุฃูŽุฏูู„ู‘ููƒูŽ ุนูŽู„ูŽู‰ูฐ ุดูŽุฌูŽุฑูŽุฉู ูฑู„ู’ุฎูู„ู’ุฏู ูˆูŽู…ูู„ู’ูƒู ู„ู‘ูŽุง ูŠูŽุจู’ู„ูŽู‰ูฐ

Then Shaytaan whispered to him, saying: โ€œO Adam! Shall I lead you to the Tree of Eternity and to a kingdom that will never waste away?โ€


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