tknurbanu
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- Mar 7, 2024
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Lost and Found in the Echoes of Time
Sometimes, it feels like I'm writing my own book of life on invisible pages, using ink that only I can truly see. Maybe, deep down, we all are. Sure, we're surrounded by ideas of gods and faiths, illusions and beliefs – they're the well-worn shoes cluttering the hallway of human existence. But none of them seem to fit me quite right.
Let folks chase their deities and argue over who's wearing the holiest socks. That's never been my cup of tea. Instead, I'm fascinated with what exists in the space between the lines, the questions lingering in the margins. I'm the girl peering over my book to ask the Universe, "Hey, give me one good reason why I should squeeze myself into this manufactured narrative of yours."
Because as far as I see it, time's a funny little wheel, isn't it? We're all just hamsters, frantically spinning. Some run after dreams, others pursue spectral mirages. We tell ourselves stories about the point of it all, but at the end of the day, who really knows? Maybe those dusty books on the shelves of history, those so-called records of grand civilizations, are only the fever dreams of whoever was holding the quill at the time.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not spraying cynicism everywhere – it's not about hate, or tearing the past down. It's about wondering, with a playful smirk, "What's behind the curtain? Is there more to this performance?"
So, here I am, recording my piece of the eternal puzzle. Maybe it won't change anything – maybe it'll just be a little note tucked into the cosmic ether, destined to be forgotten. But sometimes, that act of writing, of questioning, is its own sort of magic. Here's my perspective, a lone speck of consciousness, adrift in this ridiculously vast and beautiful Universe. I'm laughing a bit, crying a bit, holding tight to the wonder and the absurdity.
Now, here's where you come in, dear reader. You stumble upon these words, perhaps a little confused, possibly a bit entertained. Good! Because confusion is like comfy slippers – sometimes the best place to start is by admitting you don't have all the answers. No need to agree with me, not at all. Just sit with these ramblings for a while. Do they resonate? Irritate? Spark a question of your own? Fantastic. Now we're getting somewhere.
Let's make this a safe, cozy corner of the Internet. A place where there's room for doubt, humor, vulnerability, and the shared absurdity of being these tiny humans with very large brains, trying to make sense of it all. No lectures, no dogma. Just an honest exploration into the mysteries both within and outside of ourselves. Think of it as a virtual bonfire – we gather 'round, poke at the flames, maybe roast a marshmallow or two. There's comfort to be found in the company of wonderers.
After all, isn't that the best part of this whole life experience? It's messy, it's glorious, it's filled with both the utterly mundane and the profoundly inexplicable. Let's embrace the ridiculousness. Swap those worn-out shoes of certainty for roller skates and see where this cosmic dance floor takes us.
Who needs the dusty rulebooks? Let's create our own stories, ones with space between the lines…space for a whole lot of laughter, a few well-placed tears, and the endless possibility of wonder. Welcome to my book, friend. It's still being written. Even I have years behind me poking myself in face every day ( or should I say every blink of eye) I have been here before on this forum, and I'm back after 20 years, not only to see what's new, but share, and stir your and my pot what ever you are cooking for launch for yourself or your dear family and friends...
Here we are time after time , and the wheel is spinning faster and faster......or maybe I'm dreaming .......who knows.?
Sometimes, it feels like I'm writing my own book of life on invisible pages, using ink that only I can truly see. Maybe, deep down, we all are. Sure, we're surrounded by ideas of gods and faiths, illusions and beliefs – they're the well-worn shoes cluttering the hallway of human existence. But none of them seem to fit me quite right.
Let folks chase their deities and argue over who's wearing the holiest socks. That's never been my cup of tea. Instead, I'm fascinated with what exists in the space between the lines, the questions lingering in the margins. I'm the girl peering over my book to ask the Universe, "Hey, give me one good reason why I should squeeze myself into this manufactured narrative of yours."
Because as far as I see it, time's a funny little wheel, isn't it? We're all just hamsters, frantically spinning. Some run after dreams, others pursue spectral mirages. We tell ourselves stories about the point of it all, but at the end of the day, who really knows? Maybe those dusty books on the shelves of history, those so-called records of grand civilizations, are only the fever dreams of whoever was holding the quill at the time.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not spraying cynicism everywhere – it's not about hate, or tearing the past down. It's about wondering, with a playful smirk, "What's behind the curtain? Is there more to this performance?"
So, here I am, recording my piece of the eternal puzzle. Maybe it won't change anything – maybe it'll just be a little note tucked into the cosmic ether, destined to be forgotten. But sometimes, that act of writing, of questioning, is its own sort of magic. Here's my perspective, a lone speck of consciousness, adrift in this ridiculously vast and beautiful Universe. I'm laughing a bit, crying a bit, holding tight to the wonder and the absurdity.
Now, here's where you come in, dear reader. You stumble upon these words, perhaps a little confused, possibly a bit entertained. Good! Because confusion is like comfy slippers – sometimes the best place to start is by admitting you don't have all the answers. No need to agree with me, not at all. Just sit with these ramblings for a while. Do they resonate? Irritate? Spark a question of your own? Fantastic. Now we're getting somewhere.
Let's make this a safe, cozy corner of the Internet. A place where there's room for doubt, humor, vulnerability, and the shared absurdity of being these tiny humans with very large brains, trying to make sense of it all. No lectures, no dogma. Just an honest exploration into the mysteries both within and outside of ourselves. Think of it as a virtual bonfire – we gather 'round, poke at the flames, maybe roast a marshmallow or two. There's comfort to be found in the company of wonderers.
After all, isn't that the best part of this whole life experience? It's messy, it's glorious, it's filled with both the utterly mundane and the profoundly inexplicable. Let's embrace the ridiculousness. Swap those worn-out shoes of certainty for roller skates and see where this cosmic dance floor takes us.
Who needs the dusty rulebooks? Let's create our own stories, ones with space between the lines…space for a whole lot of laughter, a few well-placed tears, and the endless possibility of wonder. Welcome to my book, friend. It's still being written. Even I have years behind me poking myself in face every day ( or should I say every blink of eye) I have been here before on this forum, and I'm back after 20 years, not only to see what's new, but share, and stir your and my pot what ever you are cooking for launch for yourself or your dear family and friends...
Here we are time after time , and the wheel is spinning faster and faster......or maybe I'm dreaming .......who knows.?