Some desires are artificial. They are planted in us by noise, fear, and comparison. They glitter for a moment and then fade, leaving us emptier than before. True desire is quieter. It grows slowly, like a seed in the dark soil of the heart. It does not shout. It waits.
Existence is Negation
Existence often feels like a negation of oneself. To live is to lose parts of who we thought we were. Dreams break, illusions fall, and identities change. Yet essence is the articulation of this loss. What remains after the breaking is our essence. When everything false is taken away, the truth begins to speak. The secrets of existence cannot remain hidden forever. Time reveals them, gently or harshly, but always surely.
Slave And Their Chains
When slaves begin to love their chains, prison becomes entertainment. Comfort replaces freedom, and habit replaces courage. People decorate their cages and call them homes. They fear the open sky because it demands responsibility. This is how silent suffering becomes normal. This is how injustice survives—when those who suffer stop questioning it.
There are feelings that have no voice. They live in silence. Expression of silent feelings is the hardest form of honesty. These are the caged emotions that knock on the walls of the heart. They want light, but fear exposure. Sometimes even sight has feelings. The eyes remember what the lips cannot say. Attraction then becomes not just desire, but a search for perfection—an image of wholeness we once felt and lost.
The Monopoly of Truth
Evening carries a special truth. When the sun sets, its last light is often the strongest. The sky burns softly, as if reminding us that endings can be beautiful. In that moment, day and night touch each other. Hope and sorrow stand side by side. Life too is like that—most intense when it is about to change.
Truth today lives under monopoly. It is debated, layered, and twisted. Everyone claims it, few serve it. When truth itself becomes controversial, trust collapses. Still, the struggle continues. Struggle till death is a fact of life. But struggle without purpose becomes suffering. Purpose gives pain a direction.
Silence of Intellectuals
The silence of intellectuals is their death. When those with conformist attitude choose comfort over truth, society loses its conscience. Knowledge without courage is hollow. If you have the power of the pen, then serve humanity. Words are not ornaments; they are responsibilities. A pen can wound, but it can also heal. It can hide truth, or it can set it free.
The candle keeps burning in all circumstances. Wind may shake it, darkness may surround it, but its nature is to give light. It does not ask why the night exists. It simply burns. In life too, resilience is not loud. It is steady. It survives storms by accepting them.
Our Adversaries our Comrades
Often, in life adversaries become comrades. Life teaches us that enemies reveal us more than friends. Keep your friends close, but keep your adversaries closer—not to hate them, but to understand the world of opposing imaginations. Conflict exposes reality. Through resistance, clarity is born.
The world often feels like a playground where toys are sold from morning to evening. Desires are displayed, bought, used, and discarded. People chase shine, forgetting substance. Time watches quietly. Time is both friend and foe. It heals some wounds and conceals others. It teaches patience, but it also demands endurance.
Our Silent War
Within us, a silent war continues. Conscious, unconscious, and subconscious feelings struggle for balance. This inner conflict is part of human purification. We are not born complete. We are shaped by confusion, pain, and reflection. Life is full of complications—cries, tears, and depression. Yet these are not signs of weakness. They are proof that we are alive.
Revolution, resistance, rebellion—these are not just political words; they are states of the soul. They arise when life refuses to accept humiliation. Yet even after victory, remembrance of evil haunts us. Scars remain. History does not forget easily.
We live in a distasteful world filled with uncommon feelings. The garden and its flowers are dying with a smile. This is not just climate change; it is an emotional crisis. Sensitivity is fading. Empathy is shrinking. We witness decay, yet continue as if nothing is wrong.
The Free Humans
Free humans are not pleasure–pain centric. Sometimes they choose poison like Socrates, fire like Ibrahim, the gallows like Mansoor, or exile like Copernicus. They may be in chains, because their minds are free. For them, existence itself is the essence of value, truth, and goodness. Freedom is not comfort; it is commitment.
Crime Against Humanity
Killing humans, pushing them away from their native lands, objecting to their existence—these are crimes against humanity and against meaning itself. A world that displaces people also displaces its own conscience.
Our Quiet Fire
Still, the quiet fire within burns. As long as one candle remains, darkness is incomplete. As long as one voice speaks, silence has not won.
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