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 It's difficult to say this, not because I am unable to, but because it cannot be simplified so simply. There are two types of people on this planet. One with success, another without it. Success is subjective, but let's use the usual metrics to define it. Money, living standards, location, etc. So, as I was saying, two people, with and without success. But is that enough? Is it the only thing that matters? The people with success seem civilized, and the ones lacking it seem rough. But is it really the case? Is that the one thing people choose each other for? Civility, morality, confidence, they are not really inside a person. It's fake. The moment they lose control, when something goes off, these people will be the first ones to go barbaric. Do you really, really, think they are genuinely good from the bottom of their heart? Like seriously? Nobody is that good. They are only as good as their money allows them to be. Of course, you worked for it, you earned it, but you haven't earned what it means to be human. Let's be honest, deep down you are a filthy piece of shit dying for attention from someone inferior than you so that you can look on them and push them around because that's the only control you will ever get in this life. Because you are worse than when you started, the shit inside you amplified by the achievements you got in life, living in a power trip, wearing a mask of innocence and morality while knowing that you don't give a fuck about them. The unsuccessful ones aren't good either, they are the same filth kept in check because they don't have any leverage. The moment they rise, they'll either be the same shit or worse. If I had a way to kill everyone on this planet, I would do it without any hesitation. Make no mistake, I have seen exceptions. People helping each other just for the sake of helping, even when they have nothing to do with each other, even when the helping party has no emotional, physical, social or financial gain. But these are just a handful among billions, I came to saw these moments only a few times in my life by pure chance, but as I said, these are exceptions. And the people who chose others based on what they have, they are worse, not because they chose someone, but because they couldn't get that thing for themselves and now they are looking for it in someone else's pocket. They are surrendering their life to someone for something that won't even matter in few years. If the prey willingly chooses to head towards the predators mouth, who in their right mind says no to the free meal. They fucking deserve each other. Living in social media, constant fucking validation, backups, likes and comments, this shit has become a commodity. Showcasing your whole life to the world just for the digital dopamine, people are not high on drugs, they are high on digital pings and frequencies. Fucking attention span of a goldfish. If the real life was enough for you, for what do you check the amount of likes and comments on your feed. As if that's not enough, you don't accept the reality and lie, not only to others, but to yourself. Filth and the ones attracted to it, fucking made for each other. I'm watching, let's see if you really are what you say you are or just another digital prostitute, surrendering your life to the 1's and 0's.

Music

Music is a good thing. It helps lift the spirit of people. It can either amplify your feelings or change your mood depending on the type and its composition. But, there is no denying that it has power over people. Sometimes it speaks what you cannot say, makes sense when your feelings don't, and maybe puts one's soul at peace. One day you are scrolling through social media or a random suggestion on youtube catches your attention, you check it out, and it relates to you. It just clicks right. Among thousands of media, it manages to stumble upon you, and you love it. Maybe you needed it, maybe you didn't, but at least it was a happy accident. It's the way it is. And I hope everybody finds their music, which they can relate to, the one that understands them when they don't understand themselves. And I hope they work together to create a life where both of them feel at peace.

Jail

 Imagine a jail you can't touch or see. It's built from your own doubts and worries. This jail doesn't lock up your body, it traps your mind. You know you could do big things, like start a business or write a song, but something holds you back. That something is fear. You're the one keeping yourself stuck. You could walk out, but stepping into the unknown feels scary. What if you mess up? What if people laugh? It's easier to stay put, even if it means letting your dreams slip away. But staying costs you. You miss chances to grow, and time keeps moving. One day, you might look back and wish you'd tried.

Fear is tricky. It's not just one thing, it's a mess of worries. Maybe you're scared of failing. Or maybe you're afraid of what others will say. Sometimes, it's just the idea of trying something new that stops you. People around you can make it harder. They might say, "Don’t risk it," or expect you to be perfect. If you're always chasing perfection, you might never even start. You can escape this jail. It takes guts, but you don't need to be brave all at once. Start small. Want to paint? Grab a brush and make one stroke. Want to run a race? Walk a block first. Little steps add up.

Don't let failure scare you. It's not the end, it's a lesson. Everyone messes up. What matters is trying again. Find cheerleaders, people who say, "You've got this!" They might be friends or even someone you just met. Picture what you'll get if you keep going. Maybe it's a job you love or a skill you're proud of. Let that dream pull you forward. When fear pops up, ask: "Is this really true?" Will failing ruin everything? No. You'll learn and get stronger. The door's open, you just have to walk through.

Left for The Future

 14 Jan 2025, the day my friend left for Tokyo, and tomorrow, she is going to the UK. In just a week, I lost two of my closest people. Please don't take this the wrong way, I am genuinely happy for them and wish for their success and happiness wherever they go. I just feel empty without them. It feels like I am living in an empty chamber, a void. I will miss our days, the talks, the walks, and the arguments. We will meet after 3 years, which is 1095 days. I wonder how they'll have changed by then. Will we all be the same people we left as or will we be better than today? She hasn't left, yet I already miss her so much. We aren't perfect and we have so much to work on but I can't help but love her. Even when I am angry, even when I am sad, or frustrated, I love her. I will meet my friend and her. I will fulfill my promise. And I know I have this passive suicidal thoughts, but I will try my best to do complete things. I pray to god for their safety and well-being. No matter where I go, I will always pray for them, wishing my prayers will reach them. The countdown begins and I have a lot of work to do. Being lost as I am right now, I will do my best to find my way back. And I will miss them on this journey. Please don't forget me.