Its Not Scripted

When I was around ten years old, my dad introduced me to a game played on a small board with two sets of pieces—one black, one white. These pieces formed two opposing armies, standing face-to-face on a checkered board of alternating colors. He explained the rules: each piece had its own unique way of moving, and the goal was to corner the opponent’s king, leaving it with no escape. It sounded simple enough, but I was completely puzzled. What was I supposed to do? My dad started playing anyway. We took turns moving our pieces, but I kept losing. I had no clue what I was doing or how to approach the game. Then, he promised me a reward—a decent amount of money if I managed to beat him. Suddenly, I had all the motivation I needed. So, I kept trying. I lost again and again, but with every loss, I learned something new. Soon, I was the one asking to play another round. I had to win. Over time, I started to enjoy the game, not just for the challenge, but for the process. I began to understand...

  I used to love drawing. It was my thing, my escape from the world. I just loved art. I remember my one and only scratch vividly. It was a rainy winter, yet the air was warm and comforting. I spent countless hours by the window, completely absorbed in it. The scene depicted an ancient temple on a hill, an angelic warrior standing over a fallen one, born from my admiration of art. Those days were magical. Each line I drew felt like a connection to a deeper part of myself. Since then, I just don't know what happened to me. Life grew complicated, and my passion for drawing faded. Responsibilities took over, and my sketchbook gathered dust. Yet, the memory of that rainy winter, the warmth, and the satisfaction of creating something beautiful stayed with me. As I look at my old scratches, I feel a flicker of that old passion. I was running from my depression into things I loved, which one day was art—all kinds of art. I was hiding in it from people and depression. It was my one and onl...

She's still on my mind. Even though I've tried to forget everything about us and erase our past, she's still there. I can barely remember what she was like, just a few vague memories. It really hurts. I've tried to ignore it all, but she keeps appearing in my dreams, and I feel her presence around me.  Sure, we can forget all the things we've done before, but we can't erase the feelings we've experienced. They will haunt us from time to time, and each time they resurface, it becomes harder to deal with. "Our feelings stay with us, even when we try to forget. They pop up unexpectedly, making it hard to move on. Each time they return, it's tougher to handle. It's like our hearts remember, even if we want to forget."

the balance between heart and mind          In the tapestry of our existence, woven by the habits we cultivate, lies a profound narrative of stories that shape our thoughts and contribute to the intricate mosaic of our minds. From the earliest moments of childhood, the habits we form become vessels carrying fascinating stories within them. These stories, deeply ingrained in our consciousness, play a pivotal role in the development of our thoughts and the intricate makeup of our minds. Countless memories, stored within the recesses of our mental landscape, exert their influence, shaping and motivating us in various ways. As we traverse the diverse paths of life over the years, these memories and stories weave together, collectively crafting the rich fabric of what we come to recognize as maturity. Join me on a reflective journey as we explore the profound interplay between habits, memories, and the evolution of our minds, paving the way for an explorati...

Introverted individuals often find solace in their own world, a realm brimming with profound contemplations and introspection. In the realm of logical thinking, introverts wield a distinctive set of strengths and face unique challenges. One of the standout qualities of introverts lies in their innate capacity for deep analysis. They possess a remarkable ability to dissect ideas and information methodically, effortlessly connecting the dots. This aptitude equips them to craft well-considered decisions and effortlessly grasp intricate concepts. However, within this gift, a shadow lurks. Introverts occasionally grapple with the tendency to overthink. They can become entangled in a web of thoughts, endlessly scrutinizing every nuance and potential outcome. While this meticulous attention to detail proves advantageous in many scenarios, it can also culminate in what's known as analysis paralysis—a state where making decisions or taking action becomes arduous. Furthermore, overthinking c...

    It all started when He decided to choose his own path, to be different. He became unknown. They realized they no longer knew him, they couldn't understand him anymore. And the unknown is the most hated enemy of humans. You must understand that they do out of fear what they do not do out of empathy. TO BE CONTINUED......