#self

Conflicto, ésa es la palabra clave para comprender mi mente en este post. Desde prácticamente toda mi vida, me he tenido quw debatir entre lo que he sido, y sigo siendo, y lo que se supone que debí ser

We call it insomnia, but sometimes the mind simply refuses to hand back the only piece of time that belongs to no one else.

There are several things that Eastern philosophies, particularly Buddhism and minimalism, offer to the human experience. One of the least appreciated is the ability to shape one's character through discipline.

Siddhartha Gautama. A wise man, deeply respected and, above all, a genuine source of inspiration for millions of people around the world. And no, do not worry. I am not here to evangelize anyone or convince

Siddhartha Gautama. A wise man, deeply respected, and above all, a genuine source of inspiration for millions of people around the world. And no, do not worry, I am not here to preach to anyone. If anything,

En 1951, hubo un poeta británico, que publicó masivamente un poema que, al principio no tuvo demasiado repercusión "Do not go gentle into that good night". Era una descripción, hermosa, detallada

Originally written at midnight time in Venezuela, posted a couple hours after... I just couldn’t take it anymore, I swear. And yeah, sorry for starting this post so abruptly, but if there’s one thing HIVE

Sometimes there are things rattling around in our heads that turn life into a complete mess. Bills, subscription payments, awkward family obligations, and that constant internal battle that never really

Estoy completamente harta de lo normalizado que está en cualquier sociedad la costumbre (tóxica, a decir verdad) de quejarse sólo porque sí... ¿Te va mal? Te quejás, ¿te sucede algo?, obvio, te quejas...

Hello friends, I hope you are doing well. Welcome to my new post. The picture you see is my childhood picture. You can see how cute I was when I was a child. This picture is in my parents' room. They have

Let’s keep moving in the right direction. 🧡

A few weeks ago, during one of those late night conversations with my boyfriend, we somehow drifted into talking about melancholy. You know that weird spell the early hours seem to cast, how they quietly

20 minutos. Es la cantidad de tiempo que le he dedicado, diariamente, a lo que me ocurre. En esos minutos soy solo yo. No soy mi trabajo, no soy loa ceros en mi cuenta bancaria, no sólo la madre de nadie

a better transportation experience

Flema has a song called El Final. In it, the writer treats illusions and expectations like something sterile, almost pointless. “There is no future in life, the present is the end.” It’s a heavy line,

A consciousness, which generates itself, and which yet is not the actual consciousness of which we all have possession? A. Of course: for actual consciousness does not systematically generate itself, its

Now we are here thinking the Ego not as merely a knowing power or intelligence, but as a practical power or principle, and hence we proceed further thus: what does it mean when we say, that the manifold

When I decide to go for a walk, I swear, sometimes I have no idea where I’ll end up. I’ve started doing it this way on purpose, mostly because it triggers two things in me that I really value: adrenaline

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