Philosophicalwriting Histoires

The white dove that suffer the pain of our words but I'm the end it learn how to fly

Life begins as a fragile thread, weaving through lies, love, and loss. We rise and fall, crawling toward the summit, only to find the stillness that awaits us all. This is the fleeting, fiery essence of the life we live.

A Reflection of the Unseen and Unspoken. This journal is an ongoing journey through the complexities of my mind, exploring the highs and lows of thoughts, emotions, and experiences. It's a space where I reflect on the risks, struggles, and small moments that shape who I am. Still developing, each entry uncovers new layers, questioning and learning along the way.

Author's Note At first, this text was meant for me alone. I wrote it so I wouldn't forget what I had understood, what I had felt, what I had touched with the tip of my consciousness. I needed to leave a trace. Because once words are written down, they allow us to remember more clearly. And because I know that doubt, forgetfulness, or the noise of the world can sometimes cover everything up. But the more I wrote, the more I realized how difficult it is to put this kind of reflection into words-and how much this journey requires staying both lucid, honest, and open. So I thought: maybe others are going through the same questioning. Maybe some people, somewhere, are trying to connect what they deeply feel with what they've been taught. Maybe they, too, are trying to let spirituality, science, intuition, and doubt coexist. This text does not try to teach a lesson. It doesn't claim to be right. But if it can support a reflection, or express in words what someone hadn't yet been able to say, then it will have meant something beyond me.

A room is described - but the story isn't really about the room. It's about what you don't notice until it's too late.

We were told of a realm that existed between realities, a realm formed when Aenguls sacrificed themselves to banish the Daemons- trying to keep the universe in balance. We were told stories of how the universe would then choose a Guardian of the realms, to continue what the Aenguls had started. However, that was nothing but an old tale. But oh, how I called out to the universe, wishing for an escape from my harsh reality. It was all in vain, though. The Guardians, the realms....they were all myths. But what I didn't know was that the universe slept with one eye open...watching and waiting. And that it would be quick to respond. Cover by Ink_Of_The_Soul