Forwarded from 𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛
Again, I’m sitting alone in a dark room, feeling that strange sensation creeping in. It’s July, yet my room is so cold it makes me shiver—forcing me to question, what is all this suffering for?
What is life, really?
If I’m happy, I want to live more.
If I’m alone or desperate, I want to die.
I’ve met people who have no aim in life—they don’t know what they’re doing or where they’re going. Everyone’s just chasing money, sex, and pride. But does it make any sense if, in the end, we all die?
The rich, the poor, the handsome, the ugly—everyone.
Even God is dead.
Some old, cynical philosophers even suggested that everyone should commit mass suicide.
So then, what’s the meaning of life if life is just suffering?
Now the popular answer is: Live life however you want, as long as you're happy.
It doesn’t matter if you're rich or poor—if you’re happy, live your life and die peacefully.
I’ve always said I have all the comforts in the world.
But the truth is—sometimes, I’m also alone.
And no amount of money or anything else can fix that.
In the end, it’s your brain that can either turn your life into hell… or heaven.
So I suggest:
Love books.
Love poems.
Love philosophy.
Most importantly—love yourself.
Try to appreciate beauty, and enjoy the richness of your life.
PHILOVESOPER
What is life, really?
If I’m happy, I want to live more.
If I’m alone or desperate, I want to die.
I’ve met people who have no aim in life—they don’t know what they’re doing or where they’re going. Everyone’s just chasing money, sex, and pride. But does it make any sense if, in the end, we all die?
The rich, the poor, the handsome, the ugly—everyone.
Even God is dead.
Some old, cynical philosophers even suggested that everyone should commit mass suicide.
So then, what’s the meaning of life if life is just suffering?
Now the popular answer is: Live life however you want, as long as you're happy.
It doesn’t matter if you're rich or poor—if you’re happy, live your life and die peacefully.
I’ve always said I have all the comforts in the world.
But the truth is—sometimes, I’m also alone.
And no amount of money or anything else can fix that.
In the end, it’s your brain that can either turn your life into hell… or heaven.
So I suggest:
Love books.
Love poems.
Love philosophy.
Most importantly—love yourself.
Try to appreciate beauty, and enjoy the richness of your life.
PHILOVESOPER
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Forwarded from 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞
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Forwarded from antima.core
One fine day I'll leave this country and live with my books, poems, pets and my pinteresty wardrobe in my cozy home with a coffee shop nearby🤍
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Forwarded from !𝐬𝐡𝐮🦋
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Potential in the form of petrol flows through your veins. One spark — and you become an unstoppable fire 🔥
~@grothmiind
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Instead of teaching your daughter
"How to cook and how to behave or how to talk,"
Teach your son the basic manners he should follow ,those etiquettes that each should have irrespective of the gender.Try not to make him a sculpture just sitting and ordering things around....food,shoes,clothes,tea etc.
Put that basic desency within him to empathize with people around him.
Change starts from you .
Start teachings those kids around you and that little change will build an empire in the coming future✨
"How to cook and how to behave or how to talk,"
Teach your son the basic manners he should follow ,those etiquettes that each should have irrespective of the gender.Try not to make him a sculpture just sitting and ordering things around....food,shoes,clothes,tea etc.
Put that basic desency within him to empathize with people around him.
Change starts from you .
Start teachings those kids around you and that little change will build an empire in the coming future✨
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Forwarded from Heartfelt emotions
You came like a feather,
Falling softly from the sky onto me.
Took my hands into yours,
Held them so delicately
It felt like a dream,
Or more like a fairytale...
Where you were the princess,
And I didn’t even know who I was.
You stayed before my eyes,
Like a river that had stopped flowing.
You kept coming closer,
Each second stealing the distance between us
Until not even a wisp of air remained.
You hugged me like a soul,
Made me crave your touch,
Made me ache for your presence.
I wanted you like a child longs for warmth.
I needed you like the Earth needs the Sun
To turn you into my glow in the dark,
And shine like the Moon when I faded.
But dreams don’t last.
And suddenly, it vanished.
I realized
How could a river ever stop flowing?
You drifted away to your path,
And I stood still at the shore,
Watching...
What a beautiful dream it was.
~ Krish Oberoi
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Forwarded from Pastel ginni 🤍 (Trendy Tranquility⋅🪐🎀)
Your soul meets mine, and I feel sukoon,🩷
Like silence kissing the stars under a silver moon..🌙
In the chaos of life, you're my calm, my prayer,🙏🏻
A whisper of peace in the loudest layer..🤍
Your presence feels like a forgotten tune, 🎵
That heals my heart and makes it bloom..☁️
No words needed, just your silent stay,
And all my worries melt away..🫶🏻🤞🏻
Like silence kissing the stars under a silver moon..🌙
In the chaos of life, you're my calm, my prayer,🙏🏻
A whisper of peace in the loudest layer..🤍
Your presence feels like a forgotten tune, 🎵
That heals my heart and makes it bloom..☁️
No words needed, just your silent stay,
And all my worries melt away..🫶🏻🤞🏻
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