fleeting.serenics
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Carpe diem (Seize the day)
Every day, the world seems to spin faster, with moments and time slipping by swiftly, in the blink of an eye. It makes me ponder: with all this hustle and bustle, are we losing ourselves? Losing sight of what truly matters in life — the very essence of humanity. Are the poets, the dreamers, the artists who once breathed life into our world slowly dying? Or are they just buried alive by the destructive force of imposed norms, expectations, molds, and paths, crushing the spirit and soul of humans filled with passion?
By fleeting.serenicsabout a year ago in Poets
You Will Be Great, It Is Written in the Stars
There’s a kind of silence that comes with the feeling of dread, a heavy one that hovers in your being. You might feel adrift, unsure of what to do or what you’re doing. Maybe the future, with all its uncertainties, scares you. You may wonder if the choices you’ve made are right or if you’ve wandered off course. Perhaps you’re disquieted about whether you’ll make it.
By fleeting.serenicsabout a year ago in Motivation
All I Ever Wanted to Hear Was "Go Ahead, You Can Do It"
Fear has long been my biggest foe, a chain that binds me. In every moment I’ve lived and every dream I’ve held, it hinders me from soaring high and unbound. Fear of being seen through eyes that will only judge, fear of scarring people or being scarred, fear of failure — these fears have yielded lost chances, missed connections, and dimmed dreams that I once charted.
By fleeting.serenicsabout a year ago in Poets
The Art of Raining
“The rain’s here!” I’ve always loved the rain. There’s something about it that has always captivated me. As a child, I would dash outside at the first hint of a drizzle, barefoot and carefree. I splashed through puddles, ran across the empty roads, and soaked under roof pipes, feeling the water flow down my face. Beneath the heaven’s tears, I felt free, as if the world belonged to me alone.
By fleeting.serenicsabout a year ago in Poets
I Used To Be A Dreamer, But Now I Can’t Even See Myself In The Future
“Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?” I paused, stunned and dumbfounded. Whenever people asked me that question, I had visions laid out before them. I had detailed and vivid descriptions of the person I aimed to become and the future I wanted to create. I would speak with unwavering certainty, my future stretching out before me with endless possibilities. That question was something I could answer in a blink of an eye. But now, I can’t answer it. I don’t have an answer anymore.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
