Category Archives: Insights

Sparks | Dissociation | Wisdom | Union
The ending of the divide is the beginning of union.

The profoundness of every single experience you have, with awareness, will alchemize who you are- most of the time and almost inevitably, that heals and emerges as love and light.

Photo by Ozge Karabal from Pexels In last week’s poems, I restricted myself by following the word count recommended by @Streetwritersofficial. Again, Streetwritersofficial is a community on Instagram where writers’ and poets’ works are featured.  This week, I don’t really feel like being constricted by word count. I think, due to hunger and thirst from fasting, my emotions […]

Was this by mere freewill because I want to play tough and prove to the world I can also make it? Was it by fate carefully designed by some invisible force for my highest good, or just a random series of coincidences that in the end hold neither significance nor value?

Ongoing story. I will update this once in a while until Ramadan ends.
I am neither imposing any truth nor forcing a certain belief on this post. I may not agree with certain beliefs but it doesn’t mean I dismiss any established practices or anybody’s ideologies. This is my own pursuit to spirituality that is beyond myself and I invite you to do the same.

I have been writing poems using the prompts from @Streetwritersofficial. Streetwritersofficial is a community on Instagram where they feature writers’ and poets’ works. They also give daily prompts with word count that writers/poets may follow. The experience allows me to play with words and be creative! I’m excited to share this after the feedback I […]

I have been writing poems using the prompts from @Streetwritersofficial. Streetwritersofficial is a community on Instagram where they feature writers’ and poets’ work. They also give daily prompts with word count that writers/poets may follow. The experience allows me to play with words and be creative! I wasn’t into poems but it’s been fun! Here […]

I read that again and my heart just broke.
Don’t you feel like trying to save her too?
If I could save the world, I would.
If I could be taken back again to the girl who’s watching the night’s sky in solitude, I would.
In her comfort zone, I’d tell her:
Dear self,
I’m sorry.

I wonder if any of us, consumers, question the means of how makeup products were produced, what they contain and the consequences they bring to both ends of production and consumption aside from the profits, glitz and glam.

Then I reckon, if I spend so much time regretting what things I could have accomplished and what I could’ve avoided doing, won’t I regret regretting that later?