Musing

The Forest, the Hooves, and the Professional Tears Photography by Ahmet Yüksek Each footprint, each howl, each shattered branch is […]

Because I am — completely, utterly, and irrevocably tired of living in fear of living. That’s all fear really is

Today I want to remind you that you don’t have to let Monday blues take over your life. Every day

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The Dogs That Bark the Truth Away Among all the weapons the wolves have forged — the claws, the gold,

There are forces moving beneath the surface of life — unseen, unspoken, and unstoppable. They shape our world quietly, yet

Sometimes anger is sacred. It’s the fire that reminds you your spirit hasn’t gone numb. But anger alone won’t rebuild

Inspired by Haemin Sunim’s book “Love for Imperfect Things” There’s a line in Haemin Sunim’s book that has stayed with

“You can silence 50 scholars with one fact, but you can’t silence one idiot with 50 facts.” This line stings,

From afar, the forest looks serene. Mist curls between trees, rivers gleam in morning light, and life seems simple, predictable.