🍂 UNSENT MESSAGE'S 🪐

There is no dungeon like the skull. The world outside can flay you, bankrupt you, bury your loved ones beneath cold earth and still, none of it wounds quite like the mind turning against itself at midnight, grinding the same bitter thought into finer and finer dust. Desire never sleeps. It hungers, and every hunger leaves a wound that barely has time to scar before it is split open again. But even that is too gentle. The truth is crueller. The mind is not a neglected garden waiting to be tended; it is a rabid animal chained to your own ankle. Wherever you flee, it follows snarling, biting, forever whispering that escape was always an illusion, that you were a fool to mistake motion for freedom. Every man drags this beast through life. Most simply grow accustomed to its growl, give it the respectable name of "thinking," and spend their days pretending it speaks with their own voice.

Maybe we descover that by death!

Maybe the meaning of life isn't something we discover before we live. Maybe we discover it by living. 😋

Sadness says, "I lost something." Emptiness says, "I'm not sure what I'm looking for."

Not every feeling deserves to be followed. Some are only asking to be understood.

People will accept injustice if they are afraid enough.

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"She Forgot Me First" At 82 years old, Adam visited the nursing home every single day. He always brought two cups of tea. One for himself. One for his wife, Rose. The nurses loved him, but every morning they gently reminded him, "Mr. Adam... she has Alzheimer's. She doesn't remember who you are." He would just smile. "I know." He sat beside her, told her the same stories, laughed at the same old jokes, and held her hand while she stared at him like a stranger. One afternoon, a new nurse asked him, "If she doesn't know you... why do you keep coming?" Adam looked at Rose for a long moment. Then he said, "Because I still know who she is." As the years passed, Rose forgot everything. Their wedding. Their children. Even her own name. But Adam never missed a day. One winter morning, he arrived with two cups of tea. The room was empty. His heart sank. A nurse met him in the hallway with tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry... she passed away peacefully before dawn." Adam stood there in silence. He looked down at the second cup in his hand. It was still warm. Weeks later, the staff were cleaning Rose's room. Inside her bedside drawer they found a small notebook. Most of the pages were blank. On the last page, written in shaky handwriting, were just a few words: "There is a kind man who visits me every day." Below that, in even shakier letters: "I don't remember his name..." And then, after a long gap, one final sentence. "...but my heart feels safe when he holds my hand." When the nurse read those words to Adam, he closed his eyes and smiled through his tears. She had forgotten his face. She had forgotten his name. But somehow... Her heart had remembered what love felt like. Sometimes love isn't about being remembered. Sometimes it's about never forgetting. ❤️

Sometimes the saddest endings aren't caused by hate...They're caused by waiting too long😔

The girl i met once said

"The thing that I hate from people's is their level of stupidity " Hey can u please lower the level, politely 😒

Cmon' Mahmoud 🫠

ልቤን ተስፋ ቆርጦ ከሰመጠበት ጥልቅ ጨለማ , ጭንቅላቴን ከወረረው የክፋት ዘመን , አይኖቼን ከጋረዳቸው መጥፎ ጥላ ,እጆቼን አሳስሮ ከያዘኝ እርምጃዎቼን ከሚገታብኝ ያለፈ ታሪክ , ልሳኔን ዘግቶ ከያዘው የይሉኝታ ስሜት , ከህመሞቼ ሁሉ ነጥሎ መውሰዱ እንዴት ተቻለሽ? ከጎኔ ስትሆኚ ለምረሳው እኔነቴስ ምላሽሽ ምን ይሆን ? 🪽

I would rather be abegger and single than a queen amd married

❝ 𝙰𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎—𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. ❞ — 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚍

አንዳንዴ ልባችን እንዲሸነፍ መፍቀድ ትክክለኛ ውሳኔ ነው !

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." -Jane Austen

"ሀፍረት" በጣም የሰው ልጅ ልዩ ስሜት እና እውቀቱት መካከል ከአዳም ጀምሮ እስከ እዚህ ትውልድ ተከትሎን የመጣው ማፈር ምንለው ነገር....አይገርማቹም አዳም ፈጣሪ ፊት እራሱ ቆሞ ሀፍረቱ አልገደለውም ግን እሱ ይቀለው ነበር።የአዳም ዘር ከእግዛብሔርም ፊት ተርፎ መኖር ቀጥሎል....ዝቅ ባለ ክብር ዝቅ ባለ ቦታ እስከነ ሀፍረቱ እስከነ ፀፀቱ በምድር ኖሮል። ታድያ ይሄ ስሜት የሰውልጅ እራሱን ሲውቅ አይኑን ሲከፍት የተሰማው የመጀመሪያ ስሜት ነው።ታድያ በኔ ዘመን ያለው ሰው በጣም አሳፋሪ ስራ ከመስራቱ የተነሳ አይደለም ወደ ፈጣሪ አንጋጦ ሊያይ ይቅርና የገዛ ራሱን በመስታወት ማየት ይከብደው ጀምሮል። ስለዚህ ምንስ ትላለህ፤ምንስ ትያለሽ ከሰው አልፎ እራስን የሚስርቅ ይሄንን ስሜት ምን እንበለው....እኔ አልዋሻቹም ለአዳም ከሞት በላይ ነበር...ለኛ ዘመን ምን ያህል ዋጋ እንዳለው አላወቅም...ለኔ ግን ከራሴም እንዳፈርኩ አውቃለው። ለምንድነው ሀፍረት የህሊና ጓደኛ የመሰለችኝ?ወይም ባልደረባ?ግን ለኛ ሁለቱም እንቅልፍ እና ረፍት አሳጪ ናቸው.....እንደ ሰው ታሪክ ሀፍረት ቀድማለች ከዛ ነው ህሊና የወቀሰችው። ሀሳብ ብቻ አይ ሰው✍