If a disruption in the spacetime continuum would happen right now, can you imagine how your day would be different? If temporal anomaly indeed become a real thing, and you are aware of it, what would you be doing right at this moment? If the rest of the world doesn’t know, but it’s just you who knows there’s temporal anomaly, living the same day again and again, how do you think you would be handling it? Well, having infinite second chances on a single day would add some spice to life, wouldn’t it?

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If, suddenly, time is looping, where do you want to find yourself again and again? Where do you want to get stuck? How long do you want it to stay? In a way, what is the most notable and favorite moment of your life that you want to circle back to?

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What could be worse than seeking destruction for every part of the day? For everyday and night? A constant feed for your eyes and ears? Bereft of things that can originate from yourself? Desperation to be away from yourself before it devour you as a whole? A mortal enemy of your own company? That is how the world ends. When you start being afraid of your own self and thoughts!

Scars into Stars [Final Confession]

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎!

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛(𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎) 𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟸𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝟸𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙴𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 “𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚗”. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚜𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘. 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢! 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜? 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚙! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢!

𝙰𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚞!

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ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ #5

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕! 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙾𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗!

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ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ #4

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝! 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜!😒

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ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ #3

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑! 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙾𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍? 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙸𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. “𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝,” 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑!

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ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ #2

𝙴𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙰 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢!

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Unfinished pieces hold a great beauty. They look ugly, of course. But they do hold a great beauty in them. Don’t rush to squash them down. Hold your breath. Wait for them to arise. Give them a chance to bloom. Then, they will rise above in beauty and magnificence!

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The laughter philosophy:

The Greek philosopher Democritus was always laughing and ridiculing everything, so much so that he was known as the laughing philosopher. Legend has it that he was laughing so constantly that people thought him crazy, so they took him to the father of medicine, Hippocrates, for treatment. Hippocrates sat down with Democritus to examine him and talk to him. After a long time, he came out to people with a medical diagnosis of his condition. He said that he is not crazy at all, but that his laughter is evidence that he is the most wise and serious person, and an understanding of the paradoxes and contradictions of this life.

Violence was a natural behavior in ancient times, nature is cruel and uncontrollable, resources are few, and tribes change each other, to monopolize scarce materials. In these eras anger, violence, and strength were the advantages of survival, and ferocity in killing enemies was something to be proud of. In this atmosphere we can imagine the hungry caveman laughing happy because he found his food, while his prey writhes in pain from the spear embedded in her body.

Was laughter born in such a bloody moment?
Freud believed that irony was born from the womb of cruelty, and that it was an expression of brutality and violence. We laugh at other people’s misfortunes and stumbles to make us feel okay. We laugh at people who slip in a banana peel because it’s not us. And we laugh at the hero of the embarrassing situation that the naive hero of the movie is exposed to because we are not in his place. This kind of laughter flirts with a primitive part of our minds, when laughter was an expression of aggression, cruelty and arrogance.

But the sense of humor developed with the development of civilized and psychological human being. In civilized societies it is no longer appropriate to laugh at someone who suffers and suffers. But we may do this quite comfortably if this person is fictional, such as the hero of a tale, a joke, an actor in a comic, etc., because it is not real. Today we no longer look at ridicule as the ancients did.

Sarcasm helps a person to bear pain, it leads to optimism, and optimism leads to improving immunity and endurance. When we laugh at a problem, it is no longer a frightening thing, and it is easy for us to face it and deal with it with the least possible emotional damage. Sarcasm is not an escape. Escape is to avoid thinking about it at all. While sarcasm requires an awareness of the problem, and looking at it in a way that mitigates it, so that a person can face it afterwards.

#Philosophy

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Smile¡

“Smile!”, they say. Despite whatever you’re feeling, just keep smiling. Even when you’re feeling the very opposite of it, you just keep smiling. That way you will avoid the negativity of the air. Because of course laughter is medicine, right?!

Is it though? Sometimes, I feel like laughter is plastering your wounded and rough emotions inside and putting the smoother ones to the outside world just to avoid attention and even help from others. Not only that, it’s also to
avoid judgement and snarky comments from the society. Who loves grumpy face anyway? So, like the many things in the world right now, a true smile is rarely found.

Here’s my argument though, what if we let our emotions to be seen? The true ones. What if we don’t always have to cover ourselves in the fake masks we build? As a society, what if we learn to show our emotions? What if that’s
the help we need? Rather than becoming superficial and pretenders, can we give ourselves a little break? May be we could even use the energy for mending ourselves more than breaking our soul in to pieces.

So, don’t just smile! Don’t show me your teeth for my own pleasure. Because when people insist on showing them your teeth, it’s not about you. It’s about the unpleasantry they want to avoid from their eyes. Try not to fall for that. Let your face to do whatever it likes to do. Relieve it from its contraction and relax. Let your smile be the genuine one from the heart!

Who Do You Want to Become in the Future?

When I was in high school, our ethics teacher once asked us what we want to become in the future. Well, everyone said something. You know, the usual. They listed tons of ‘idealistic’ things. And ofcourse, most of them were related to career and profession. Yeah, some are actually doable. But most of it was ideal.

The funny thing was though, we didn’t get the core of the question. The intent of the question was who we want to become in the future. Personality, interest, attitude and all. The wholestic version of our being. Because his next question was, are you working on that person whom you want to see in the future.

Obviously, stating what you want to become is easy. Working on the type of person you want to be is another story. I think I can say this for everyone, we were surprised. Imagine bunch of hormone enraged teenagers! And almost all of us were clueless about where we are going. The tides around us were our tour guides. We went wherever they took us.

Now looking back, after four years, I don’t recognize who I’ve become. I thought the question actually challenged my view. I really thought I started working on my whole self. But sadly, I don’t think I was. Or I was doing it wrong, may be. One thing I know is that I didn’t want to become the person whom I’ve become now.

They say, it’s never too late. I really wonder about that mostly. But I want to challenge all of you with this. Who do you want to become? Where do you see yourself after a while? Then, after listing everything that comes to your mind, plan how to bring that person into the real world. No matter how much you enjoy your fantasy world, make a move to make it real! Take a lesson from me. Drowning in your sorrow and embracing your misery is not the very place you want to find yourself after few years.

Ask yourself this: which part of me should be trimmed? Which part of me should flourish? Which part of me should I get rid of? I ain’t sure about any of it. But work on the person whom you want to become! Who knows?! Tomorrow holds millions of possibilities. Life could make you turn all the way around even. Circumstances and situations are the things we can’t control. Just try to do your best on what you can actually control. Good Luck✌✌

Exhaustion

This is a kind of exhaustion that I hate most. It’s not a kind of exhaustion sleep could fix. It’s not a kind of exhaustion food would fix either. It’s like the exhaustion is injected to every part of my body and I can feel my whole body burning out of extreme tiredness.

And no matter how many words of comfort and ‘I’m proud of you’ statements people will offer to me just to make me believe that I am doing good, my head will refuse to accept the praises and acknowledgements. All my ears could listen to is how much drained I am, how every muscle in my body is in fatigue.

I can’t even bring myself closer to my whole being. I am not on my “me” time; it’s just that my brain can’t take other things, and I want a total silence – utter silence! I am not really sure if my brain would help me with that, I mean with  the utter silence. But you know, I hope it will give me the peace I want to, just to get out of my exhaustion.

All I know is this; my soul want to escape from my whole body, just to find itself wherever that’s! What can I say? Good luck my soul and find your rest!!

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