How Come I Hate Myself, Yet I Love U For Being So Much Like Me?

their gaze makes me blind

omnipresent in my mind

wasting my time, stealing whats mine

today i learnt about pyrrhon - a philosopher who seemed indifferent to the dangers of this world, yet he was not.

he was constantly philosophying, obsessed with the idea to find out the truth. because he knew, coming to conclusions quick is not good for your soul.

pyrrhon believes that you should not show any reaction; he always stayed calm, even while being on a ship on a stormy day.

he said how wise people always stay calm in every situation-

talking is a waste of air if u dont have anything interesting to say

““Sometimes you have to forget who you are to learn who you want to be.” - AJ Saleh, “Nujoom””

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“I mean, we’re all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren’t we?”

— Robert Ludlum, The Bourne Identity

Away

we live in a society where obnoxiousnes is covered in smiles, rudeness in less rude words, bad intentions in the usage of nice words and lies

im hating my nightdreams, not fulfilling my needs i cant control the action, nor their reaction cant deal being powerless, everythings moving so fast and i just want to wake up

fatima aamer bilal from, the heart beats for two.

[text id: you’re poetry in motion.]