Memory is not an archive of the past, but a frozen present in which we live without pause. Every time we try to bury what hurts, it returns to grow more vividly in the soil of our dreams. We are prisoners of stories we ourselves created, opening their old boxes not to retrieve them, but to confirm that the pain is still alive. It is the greatest deception; we imagine we are moving forward, while we are merely orbiting the events we once refused to forget.
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The Horizon of the Railway
Despite the darkness pierced by the wheels, the unseen horizon remains the train's fuel. The lesson is not in the speed of our arrival, but in our ability to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Every stop is an opportunity to rearrange our belongings and intentions, and every whistle is a declaration of a new, broader beginning. As long as the movement continues, there is always room to plant a seed of hope.
By Mo,Ghandour2 months ago in Poets
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