The real consequence of war is not just the physical destruction. It is the numbness that follows. War doesn’t just destroy buildings — it destroys sensitivity. When violence becomes routine, people stop reacting to it. Sensitivity fades. Empathy weakens. We begin to see suffering as normal. The greatest loss is not buildings or borders — […]
And even when I manage to achieve something, another dream quickly takes its place.
Fulfillment never gives me its taste.
Accomplishment always feels out of reach.
Still, I keep rising, falling, rising, falling—yet moving
Sometimes, you put in a lot of effort to please someone, yet you can’t seem to appreciate what you’ve done. This constant tug-of-war shuts you down. You can’t fully celebrate your victories, nor can you feel truly satisfied with your achievements.
On the lips, “I’m ok.”In my head, an entire building has collapsed on me,bricks pressing into my chest,walls crushing my ribs,dust choking my lungs,the weight of concrete breaking my bones,and I’m buried beneath the ruins, beneath everything I cannot say.
I am just a woman, soon stepping into my forties. I have always dreamed of doing something extraordinary in life, but life has often been ruthless with my wishes, dragging me along its own path and surprising me with its twists and turns. Over time, I kept changing, reshaping, and molding my personality just to
I hope life feels like this— half-asleep on the couch, lifted gently, wrapped in the warmth of the arms the quiet care from someone you love. Carried to bed, tucked beneath a blanket of comfort, while the soft murmur of voices—family or friends, slips through the half-open door of my room, a sweet lullaby pouring