Can you hear her? — Once, our spirits danced in harmony with the rustling leaves, and our dreams flowed with the meandering streams. Our ancestors walked these paths, their footsteps a soft murmur on the earth, their hearts in tune with the song of the world. You arrived with the thunder of a storm, bringing…

“There is reason, after all, that some people wish to colonise the moon, and others dance before it as an ancient friend.” — Within psychology, we often encounter symbols and archetypes that transcend cultural and religious boundaries. The figure of the Dajjal, which is deeply rooted in Islamic eschatology, presents itself as a compelling archetype for exploration. …

Nature does not grieve our passing. — Where the cold once held dominion over the sleeping land, petals unfurl — a defiant parade of life in the heart of ice. This is earth’s quiet revolution, her subtle yet resounding response to the ages of neglect. For centuries, the ancients whispered their gratitude to the soil that sustained…

Time has long passed, the ink has dried, and our pages have turned. — In a world where moments blend and days blur, you appeared. There was no jolt or bursts of colour, only the gentlest sunrise after a starless night. Very quickly you became my right note in a symphony, my whispered echo in an empty chamber. There was an uncanny harmony between…

In you, I see myself. In me, you exist. — Whispered the luminous sun to the meek pebble, “Recognise in me your humble likeness, for we are both children of the same divine craftsmanship. We are hewn from the same cosmic loom, woven with threads of starfire and the cool darkness of void. …

Who am I at my core? — The paradox of Theseus’ ship has occupied my thoughts. It poses the question, “Is it the same ship?” and as I contemplate its intricacies, I engage in a conversation with my brother that leads me to a profound realisation. The Ship of Theseus is a thought experiment about whether an…

Am I losing my empathy? — As I delve further into the realm of self-awareness, I find myself grappling with a nagging question – am I losing my empathy? Does this evolving understanding of others’ struggles signify a detachment from their experiences? The irony weighs upon me. Why do I feel this way? It is not…

The pursuit of finding unexpected joy within endless toil. — In our quest to comprehend the human condition, we often find wisdom in the ancient myths that have, over centuries, whispered insights into our collective unconscious. Myths are not just fictional stories, but serve as a reminder of the human experience. …

Why stifle the intensity of desperation when it serves as a testament to the profound depth of our capacity to feel? — Today, there is an often unspoken rule that prizes the projection of coolness, aloofness, and an air of nonchalance. There exists an invisible armour that many of us don in our daily interactions, a façade that communicates a calculated indifference, a self-assured confidence, and a distance from the messy world…