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I am so glad I am not as empty as you
I only want you to be human
have hope.

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Two Souls Entangled
to start is to know its end
and to accept its decay
like a hand choosing to dig
upon the soil that will bury it one day
my fingernails are keeping some of them
as my skin touches their moist
the hand that lifts up and controls
is the same hand that will rot and fall
that for every life chosen in every course
a path forges with the world absolved
and I stare into the window, into the skies
and my life will cover what was always remaining
for my blood and veins keeping its routine
and my feet is walking in uneven circles
so I crawl into the ground instead to cry
I am forever bound to the ground
I will kiss the Earth and kiss it goodbye
I will lay upon with the twisted body to rise
I look upon the dirt and I see myself
in the ways that the clouds will pass and forget
when the water falls and I hear my breath
when the hands that held a knife had clenched
I am living with the weight of a corpse
I am knowing my ending through a beginning
the trees are forming into a shade
and the faded light is felt no more
I am exploding in the most littlest ways
I am living in every vibration's grays
have I been pure or have I been lost
have I grasped the end of a willow's moss
have I lived in the cities and fell to my knees
have I creased the shoes in the mud's grease
I am knowing my ending through a beginning
I am now learning to be the most boring thing
for these words won't make sense
I move my hand, my feet, my hand again
I touch the touch of the dead man's pain
I feel and reach for the living's remains
I am in the bag's handle, and the lochness's place
the leather in the animal, the sea in the image
the mundane and the mystery of all my features
the flashes in-between the pictures
I am the everlasting end of sudden starts
I am the infinity through my death of heart
and the power of all my stubborn art
there is death in peace
and reborn in movement
there is your corpse awaiting
your bones swinging
you are the accumulation of life
dying, living, rising again
the world ends in your heart
and the twilight of the skies
overwhelm what you have created
the eclipse takes everything away
the waves of your thoughts washed
the words in your tongue dried
you are forever eating your sin
falling countless fruitless regrets
you are forever changing
rotting slowly, yet growing quickly
you are under the power of darkness
and you are catching light that
you cannot hold on ever
you are a seed buried
a food leftover, a car towed
in the storms of the thunders
and in the leaves of the calm
you will witness the horror
of beauty and perfection
you will learn to be imperfect
of genuine wars upon you
upon all the mistakes of failures
and the despair you are embracing
hope pierces through you,
like a spear to your chest
killing you to be alive again
killing you to be yourself
There is a Hidden Beauty in Boredom: How Humans Refuse the Ordinary
How we occupy our time can define us. How we use our social media and what apps you visit while riding the bus has been a part of our lives ever since mobile phones were widely used by humanity. Technology has progressed rapidly since its first conception, information has been very accessible, communication is just a tap away, and entertainment have been a part of the different aspects of our lives that we face every single day. From your doomscrolling, to bedrotting, and ultimately to your very own work. Content nowadays is not just found in our TVs anymore, a swipe in your phone can take up hours unexpectedly, but the problem is that often times the half of the content youâve seen from an hour ago is not as meaningful as you stare into a scenery while reflecting upon your life.
This includes the algorithmic apps that have been the go-to source of dopamine in the majority of our time. Of course it will be everywhere, it is efficient, it is fun, it is convenient that a movement of your finger can make you laugh or amused. Social media have connected all of us, it is nice to think about it how connected we all are, but is that connection sufficient to make you into who you are right now? Can we truly say that the things we have watched can define us? Are we the jealousy upon the photogenic influencers? Are we the happiness in the fleeting trends of dance challenges? Are we the inspiration behind the growing numbers of AI artists? Who are we without a community to follow? Who are you without the endless source of entertainment?
We have to face the harsh truth in this world that our attention have been someone elseâs, it is reviewed by algorithm, manipulated by content, controlled by ads, and maintained by profit, everything for these companies thrive upon our own feelings and opinions. That attention is the seed of self-examination and the starting point of human creation. It is as luxurious as your time. Yet our boredom and the emptiness in our spare time are chosen to be sealed in short surface content, the short attention is now becoming the ordinary. We are now ignorant to the challenge of sitting down with boredom, and sitting down with critical thinking, the one skill of human nature that is caused by the space of our minds when we can finally focus into something. As ironic as it sounds, boredom is the key to productivity, it is the gateway to passion, and the hand in creation.
I have always questioned myself as to why I kept falling onto pits of doomscrolling despite trying to create a routine and discipline for myself. When I was in highschool before the existence of algorithm and generative A.I, I was truly capable of writing hours and hours of a novel that I had deleted. And when I found the shallow joy in vertical content like how most of social medias are today, I found that I lost that spark, I lost that focus, I lost that power to create. But looking back now, Iâve finally known that the scarcity of my activities, the lack of storage in my old phone, the lack of overwhelming digital influences and everything in-between was the reason of my driving power to write. It was all boredom.
Boredom is not synonymous to laziness as people might assume. It is actually a powerful tool of rebellion against what has been established for a long time. It occurs when nothing is new, when everything is predictable, and when life has been very dull to its core. I felt it when I suddenly chose to read a random blog instead of doomscrolling, when I felt bored of what Iâm reading that I want to create something that will excite me, knowing that if I just went back to doomscrolling Iâll just be distracted again over and over. The ability of humans to be bored and the talent we have to embrace it is the cause of how we question our life, asking âwhat if itâs not just this?â, like philosophers back then filling their lives in questions.
So, when youâre using your phone and you find yourself rotting in the mindless and endless entertainment, when you feel like an old man waiting for new numbers in bingo, and when you feel like waiting in a long queue of bus stop, it is important to recognize in yourself that you are truly âboredâ. That thereâs clichĂŠ in every new celebrity news, that thereâs a pattern in trends, that thereâs a loop in your doomscrolling to countless brainrots. And when you feel that boredom, I need you to embrace it, I need you to sit uncomfortably with it, I need you to make it feel like a stranger have sat with you in a bench while looking out into the sunset. Then, youâll look at that stranger, youâll know they are approachable despite the awkwardness, youâll see that they seem kind despite their sudden actions, youâll think of words to say or not to say, youâll expect scenarios of what happens when you ignore them or talk to them, that you canât help it but to recognize them. That they are there, sitting with you, enjoying the sunset.
Boredom is not synonymous to laziness, it is actually more related to âwornnessâ. That you are tired of the way things have been, either in your own personal actions or in the world around you. That you are exhausted of the same old thing happening leading to nothing. And you will use that boredom to create something, it is force you to face your own self, and realize that as humans, we have always been capable of anything. Isnât it more fun to truly experience the passion of creation and exploration? Isnât it more interesting to fail and grow and enjoy the journey of self-development? Isnât it more nice to live knowing that you have used your time for something that matters?
The expectations of society should never matter for someone who is truly bored. So create that art, write those thoughts down, feel that boredom in your soul, and be human once and for all.

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The Cart Is Always Full: Consumerism, Addictive Buying, and the Slow Erasure of the Things We Once Loved to Do
You bought the guitar. It leans against the bedroom wall, still in its original tuning, untouched for eleven months. One afternoon you buy a better one. This is not a story about laziness. It is a description of a system working exactly as intended.
The rupture between wanting things and doing things did not arrive as a sudden break. It accumulated, over decades, with the quiet participation of every billboard and every algorithm and every limited-time offer ever lettered in red. The object took the place of the act. Owning displaced becoming. Capitalism, which requires you to buy the next thing before the last thing has worn through, profits from every guitar against every wall.
What follows is an accounting of what that arrangement costs. The money is considerable. But the bill that rarely gets tallied arrives in subtler currency: the afternoon hours that went to browsing instead of making, the skill that never grew because the gear arrived before the practice could, the person you were capable of becoming before you learned to shop as a replacement for living.
Surface vs Depth: A Culture of Unnoticed Nosedive Euphoria
People today live inside an overflow of information. News, posts, clips, arguments, gossip, and advertisements arrive faster than anyone can sort them. Yet all that noise has not made life more thoughtful. In many places, it has made life thinner. Attention follows what is loud, recent, emotional, or easy to swallow. A rumor moves faster than a careful argument. A viral clip travels farther than a hard truth. A polished influencer image often seems to matter more than a personâs character. Pleasure, reaction, and spectacle now take up more room than depth, patience, or sincerity.
This is not only a problem of individual weakness. Modern habits reward surface attention at every turn. Social media feeds keep people moving from one hit of stimulation to the next. Gossip works because it is short, vivid, and easy to pass along. Toxic behavior gets attention because conflict grabs the eye more quickly than calm thought. Influencers thrive because they turn identity into something visible and marketable. Even pleasure has become faster and more engineered, delivered in endless bursts that leave little space for self-examination. The result is a culture that trains people to skim life instead of living inside it.
The trouble with a culture shaped by surfaces is not that pleasure, style, or social connection are worthless. The trouble is that they start taking the place of meaning. A person can spend hours chasing trends, watching scandals, and comparing their life to the polished lives of strangers, then still feel strangely empty. In that environment, attention breaks into pieces, and the mind loses its appetite for anything that asks for effort. Reading becomes slow. Listening becomes rare. Thinking beyond the immediate moment feels unfamiliar. What should be ordinary maturity begins to look unusual.
There is also a hard emotional cost to living this way. Gossip invites judgment without understanding. Toxicity rewards cruelty dressed up as honesty. Online performance teaches people to display opinions instead of living by them. Once life revolves around appearances, empathy weakens, because other people stop being fully seen. They become labels, content, targets, or props. After that, it becomes easier to dismiss pain, mock weakness, and treat disagreement as a reason to humiliate rather than understand. A culture built on constant reaction can make people feel connected while making them less humane.
Authenticity asks for something different. It asks a person to slow down, to know what they actually believe, and to bring their inner life and outer behavior closer together. That kind of life is harder because it cannot be performed in a quick scroll. It requires honesty, and honesty often feels uncomfortable. It requires a person to be less impressive and more real. It means sitting with silence, uncertainty, and complexity without rushing to cover them with noise. Authenticity is not the same as perfection. It is a refusal to remain false.
Depth changes how people treat one another. A deeper person listens before judging. They notice context. They ask what a person feels, not just what a person says. They understand that suffering is often hidden and that cruelty often comes from something wounded underneath. That does not make them passive. It makes them more exact. They can disagree without stripping someone of their dignity. They can criticize without staging outrage. They can stay present without needing every moment to entertain them. That kind of attention is a form of respect.
An intellectual life matters for the same reason. Thinking deeply is not about sounding superior or collecting clever ideas. It is about learning how to see beyond the surface of things. It helps people recognize manipulation, question easy stories, and resist emotional shortcuts. Intellectual discipline gives shape to judgment. It teaches a person to notice what a story leaves out, what motives may sit behind a trend, and what consequences no one wants to name. In a culture that prizes speed over understanding, this kind of thinking keeps a person from being easily led.
Empathy completes the picture. Intelligence without empathy can turn cold. Empathy without thought can become sentimental and unstable. Together, they make a way of living that is more human than the frantic chase for attention and stimulation. An empathetic person sees that other people are not props in their story. They have histories, wounds, fears, and dignity. They deserve care even when they are inconvenient. They deserve patience even when they are difficult. That recognition is what turns shared space into real community.
The task is not to reject modern life altogether. It is to refuse to be reduced by it. People can step back from constant consumption. They can spend time with books, long conversations, honest friendships, art that asks something of them, and work that rewards patience. They can be more selective about what receives their attention. They can decide that not every trend deserves a reaction, not every rumor deserves a voice, and not every pleasure deserves devotion.
A meaningful life does not come from chasing every signal that flashes across a screen. It comes from learning what lasts. Depth over spectacle. Sincerity over performance. Understanding over outrage. Compassion over cruelty. A person who chooses those things may look less fashionable in a world obsessed with surfaces, but they are living with a stronger kind of freedom. They are not just being carried by the current. They are learning how to think, how to feel, and how to remain fully human.