Fragments of the Quiet Mind

I walk through this world unshaken, Unafraid of the eyes that pass, For their gaze is ash in the storm— It neither shapes nor scatters me. I am not forged by applause, Nor do I bleed in their silence. My roots twist deep in blackened soil, Feeding on the marrow of my own darkness. I do not seek the light of people's approval, For I have tasted the abyss within— Cold, relentless, unbroken. And in this quiet certainty, No mirror need reflect me, For I am the shadow and the flame I simply... am

Dense clouds of thought scatter across my mind,  a maze of jumbled words and fleeting fragments.  I try to catch them,  to shape them,  but they slip through like grains of sand.  In this chaos, there’s rhythm—a pulse that speaks of buried ideas and quiet aspirations, waiting to rise above the noise. Life feels like this sometimes— a storm of intentions,  emotions, and  scattered plans.  Yet, within the disarray,  patterns emerge,  connections form, and  meaning is born.  The scattered letters remind me of how, in the mess of daily life, beauty often hides in the most unexpected places. Perhaps the key isn’t control but surrender— to let the randomness dance,  to embrace the unpredictable flow,  and to trust that the pieces will align when the time is right.  The fragments may never form a perfect picture, but maybe, just maybe, they’ll tell a story worth hearing.

  Isn’t it fascinating that, in Plato’s Symposium, there’s this old myth about how humans were once these incredible, whole beings—with two faces, four arms, and four legs—only to be split in half by Zeus? The story goes that we were separated not out of cruelty, but to give us a sense of purpose—to spend our lives searching for that other part of ourselves. It’s strange how this ancient story tugs at something deep within us, doesn’t it? Like it speaks to this buried ache we all have, this need to find that missing piece, as if by doing so we’d be whole again. It’s really both romantic and tragic at the same time. We spend so much of our lives chasing after connections, hoping for those fleeting moments where we think we’ve found that lost unity. And yet, it’s not just about finding another person—it’s about finding that elusive sense of completeness we think we’ve lost. Every relationship, no matter how short or imperfect, gives us a glimpse of that fullness we’re after. Just fo...

Sa panahon ngayon, dito sa tinatawag na digital era, online games have evolved into a vast virtual playground where people from around the world come together to revel in the thrill of play. Here, we transform into warriors, wizards, archers, or perhaps just that one player persistently hoping to join the party (or yung player na nanlilimos ng zenny sa tabi tabi) . Our screens come alive with epic battles and pixelated victories, and we bask in the fleeting glory of our digital conquests. These games provide more than mere entertainment; they are arenas for connection, creativity, and personal growth. However, as the stakes of online competition escalate, a troubling aspect often surfaces: toxic competitiveness that threatens to overshadow the very essence of enjoyment. In this digital playground, where avatars clash and virtual worlds are conquered, we sometimes forget a fundamental truth: games are meant to be fun, not battlegrounds for wounded egos. As we immerse ourselves in these ...