#stlux

The light inside it is different from the light you get from keeping things at arm's length.

The constant noise doesn't help you find stillness.

To make something that touches another person, you have to be fully alive. You can't be an empty machine going through the motions. A loveless life, one without real feeling, won't give you the deep satisfaction you might expect from reaching the top.

There's no music playing inside.

There's a difference between being parched and being damp. Your breath lives in that space. Your intentions do too.

Not everyone who looks asleep actually is. Some people are resting on purpose, gathering strength before their next move. And plenty of people who seem wide awake aren't really there. They're just anxious. It looks like alertness, but there's nothing behind it.

The useful distinction isn't between the awake and the asleep. That's just a judgement. The real question is whether someone is quietly doing their own inner work. That's all.

It's not a ranking.

The moment you start judging, placing the enlightened above the unenlightened, you've usually missed the point. You're still running on the same old ego you thought you'd left behind. That's the neat little trap. Spiritual growth has a way of producing the very thing it's supposed to cure.

True justice doesn't need a few people raised up above the rest. It needs something quieter. A slow, stubborn lifting of everyone, together.

One honest chat. One real question. One clear moment, shared without fuss.

Your fear of being "too much" is just internalised messaging from people who were too little for themselves.

Ufuk Kaca

Kesedaran itulah mata wangmu seorang.

Belanjakanlah dengan bijak sebelum kamu jatuh ke tidur yang disusun baru, bukan punyamu.

Telaga yang kamu ambil airnya semakin keruh — saringlah sekarang atau tersedak nanti.

Kita khilaf menganggap yang elok itu pokok, maka mahakarya pun bayang di ambang akhir.

Berdirilah di tebing.

You pick a path, not a pardon.

Living anyway — even when it’s difficult.

That ‘other’ you fight? Just your own shadow.

Conquest is noise.

True motion is quiet: see the border as mirror, the conflict as confession.

Stop looking for exits. Start walking through.