Nash Georges
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An old soul who embraces the power of words and needs an outlet to have a voice. I am delighted to be part of this platform and hope I create a positive impact on those who dare enter my mind. Thank you for reading.
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The Dream That Consumes Me
Once upon a time, I had a dream, the same dream instilled in most of us, to become something great, because anything less would be a failure. But this pursuit comes at a cost, binding us to years, sometimes a lifetime, of financial burdens and mental and physical instability. When we finally achieve it, we are sometimes told it’s not enough. We must keep striving, always chasing the next milestone, because to be content is to be stagnant. Success is measured by constant progress, by proving we can climb ever higher, until the day we retire, only to realize that the pursuit may never truly end.
By Nash Georges10 months ago in Motivation
Dressed In Emotion
Color. It's everywhere. From the clothes we wear to the walls of our homes, color influences our mood, emotions, and even our sense of identity. For many, a vibrant wardrobe bursting with various hues brings joy, confidence, and a sense of freedom. People can wear any color and feel happy, right? But for me, colors aren't just a simple choice, they are a source of deep, sometimes overwhelming emotions.
By Nash Georges10 months ago in Humans
The Wife
It was 1987 in a quiet town on the outskirts of Hamburg. The cobbled streets, lined with half-timbered houses, reflected the orange glow of the evening sun. Inside a modest flat on the second floor of an aging brick building, Synnia sat by the window, her fingers tracing the condensation on the glass. The autumn air outside was crisp, but the cold she felt came from something more profound.
By Nash Georges10 months ago in Fiction
The Dream That Won't Let Me Go
Journal: February 19, 2025 Every day, I feel the pull, a quiet, persistent force urging me forward, but simultaneously, it keeps me tethered in place. The idea of starting my own consumes my thoughts. It’s not just a fleeting dream; it’s something that lives and breathes in me, a fire that ignites my heart every time I allow myself to see it, to envision what could be.
By Nash Georges11 months ago in Journal
Hope Amid War
March 4th, 1945 My Dearest Rudolph, I can hardly describe the joy I felt upon receiving your letter. You remember the guard, Viktor, he slipped it into my bedroom through your favorite window. I held it in my hands for what seemed an eternity, almost afraid to open it, as though the mere act of breaking the seal would cause the fleeting moment of hope to slip through my fingers. But when I finally read your words, I swear my heart skipped a beat, and I could scarcely believe that after three long years, you were still thinking of me. How I have missed you, more than I ever thought possible.
By Nash Georges11 months ago in Writers
Winter Walker's Kingdom
The wind whispers over the barren fields, carrying the sharp scent of winter and the echoes of a world that thrived here, only a few months ago. A blanket of white stretches in all directions, untouched, endless, except for that one place. A small, defiant island of trees stands in the middle of this frozen ocean, a patch of wilderness the farmers left uncut, a remnant of what was. And in my mind, it becomes a kingdom.
By Nash Georges11 months ago in Journal
