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I started learning martial arts toward the end of high school. Looking back, it was driven by two things: self-defense, and a desperate need to channel my internal energy into something structured. Before that, I used to beat up kids at school. I wasn't a bully. But if someone tried to play tricks on me, the reaction was swift and hard. The school's punishment system was severe. Apart from the…
There are probably thousands of songs written about love, and I definitely know hundreds of them, along with all the lyrics. But John Lennon's "Love" seems to me the most minimalist, raw song ever written on the subject. He wrote it right after the chaotic breakup of The Beatles, stripping away all the complex production. The lyrics are beautifully simple: "Love is real, real is love // Love is…
FISSION In the beginning, before time wore down mountains and divided the oceans, there was a tiny speck of cosmic energy breathing since time immemorial. It was a realm where time didn't exist and love was as natural as breathing. But higher realms are places of absolute peace, and a soul cannot grow without being tested. For reasons unknown, the infinite wisdom of universe decided to split that…
I found this in an old notebook. Something I wrote after my first half marathon. At the time, I had about 3 months of beginner training, enough to get me to the starting line, but compared to seasoned runners, almost negligible. Looking back, I can feel how raw my thoughts were. Here's the entry I wrote then: PAIN. Pain is physical and emotional. Emotional pain is enough to make you suffer. But…
Originally handwritten on 20.08.2025 I've never been a poetry person. At school it felt too cheesy or complicated. That changed when when a friend said, "Don't analyse. Just feel it. Let it create images in your mind". That one line changed the way I approached poems. I was curious about Frank O'Hara after seeing Meditations in an Emergency in Mad Men , but I actually started with Mary Oliver's…
Originally handwritten on 07.08.2025 I can watch the stars all through the night. I can travel to infinity without leaving the finite. And yet, I forget the present not out of carelessness, but because I'm drawn into the past. Each star, an echo from a million years ago, in their glow, reminds me how ancient we are. It whispers, you're nothing but a flicker in the dark like a shooting star. Before…
Originally handwritten on 28.07.2025 Do you ever go back and listen to your old playlists? Not just an individual song, but the entire playlist; the whole emotional chapter it represents. It's true that every song connects us to an emotion, or a person or an incident. But a playlist connects us to an entire phase of life. Listening to a song is like watching a sunset or a hearing a bird sing. A…
Originally handwritten on 22.07.2025 Slow mornings. Waking up without the pressure of rushing through the day (and life) is a rare blessing. Getting out of bed slowly, making your own tea or coffee, and sipping it quietly; it meditative. Watching nature. Trees, birds, rain, sunrise, or sunset. There's something primal about watching the nature unfold. Put your phone down. Sit by a window, or step…
Originally handwritten on 11-07-2025. What do I write today? I almost decided to stop with this one question. Should I write about my day? Should I manifest or pray? My worries? My dreams? My subconscious thoughts or some abstract prompt? About a book I'm reading or the movie I have watched? About the things that are holding me back, or the past that is haunting, or the future that I'm hoping for?…