The Weight of Staying

Because pain is not the story of the one who left, it is the story of the person who stayed. And the tail belong to those who remain. 

-Stefan Zweig

Unchained from Humanity

Sometimes I wish I could be more than just human—maybe a poem or a painting, something that exists beyond the weight of flesh and bone. A poem, where each word carries the essence of my being, flowing effortlessly, not bound by the laws of time or the exhaustion of emotion. Or perhaps a painting, where my essence is captured in colors, lines, and textures that express more than I ever could with my voice. Imagine being eternal in that way, suspended in ink or paint, unburdened by the mundane struggles of life. I wouldn't need to sleep, to eat, to feel the ache of existence. I would just be—something to be admired, pondered, and understood without explanation. A creation of pure feeling, unchained by the limitations of what it means to be human. Maybe then, I would finally feel like I belong.

Letting Go of Shallow Waters

Allow your heart to leave the ones who cannot fathom its depth.