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If you could go back in time, what would you erase or change?
Do you think such a thing could ever be right?
If you had that power, would you use it?
Like those scenes from science fiction films, where some characters know the future or can travel to the past and rewrite events.
As for me, if I ever had the chance to go back, it wouldnāt be to erase a mistake or change a decision, but rather to look more deeply into each moment, with more awareness in my eyes and more openness in my heart.
Because every failure, every wrong choice, every dark or bright moment, is like a delicate thread woven into the fabric of my being.
Theyāve all shaped who I am today.
To erase or interfere with the past doesnāt just question a few moments, it questions the very meaning of lifeās journey.
For it is in those same failures that we learn endurance, in the depths of pain that we discover compassion, and in confusion that we begin to find the truth of who we are.
The past is a book written chapter by chapter, with tears and with smiles, and every word within it is a lesson on how to live better now.
If thereās anything I would change, perhaps itās only my attitude toward the past, that I no longer see it as a heavy burden or something to hide, but instead as a treasure of experience and wisdom.
Because only through fully accepting the past, with all its flaws and its beauty, can the future become bright and meaningful.
So maybe the best way forward is to walk with full acceptance, with kindness toward ourselves, and with the courage to let go of the chains of regret, so we can move toward a life of true freedom, where the quiet within us becomes the voice of our real worth. 11 replies
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Certainty or Denialš¤
They are two sides of the same coin, and both can shape our destiny. Certainty is a driving force, one that finds a way even in the heart of darkness. But denial is like a thick fog that hides even the clearest of paths.
When we believe in something, even something small, that belief can carry us through obstacles.
But if we deny something, not out of clarity, but out of fear or doubt, we may lose opportunities that will never come again.
Sometimes, denial wears the mask of logic, but deep down, itās often born of fear or a lack of trust.
While certainty is the child of the heart and experience, quiet, yet deeply rooted.
In the end, the choice is ours:
To move forward with certainty, and even if we fail, know that we gave it our all, Or remain stuck in denial, never knowing what might have happened if we had just taken one more stepā¦
And I believe this:
In all important matters of life, we must either believe with all our heart, or bravely deny.
Because in the middle of doubt, nothing truly growsš¤·āāļø 15 replies
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After spending a lot of time and energy, I finally managed to pick a full bucket of sour cherries.
You might not believe it, but picking sour cherries is truly difficult
you have to be careful not to crush them, and unlike sweet cherries, they cling very tightly to the branches.
Thereās something interesting about trees, something Iāve truly felt:
when we pick their fruits, itās like weāre thanking them.
If we donāt harvest the fruit, or if we donāt express gratitude while doing so,
the tree might feel as if itās no longer useful, and maybe next year, it wonāt bear as much fruit.
Thereās a gentle, living spirit flowing through all beings on this Earth
and we must learn to feel it with all our heart.
Because our relationship with nature is not just about consumptionā¦
Itās a mutual connection, built on respect, gratitude, and deep understanding. 19 replies
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Sour cherries hang from the branches
like little red buttons delicately sewn onto the treeās green dress by the hand of nature.
They glisten under the sunlight, not shouting for attention, not begging to be noticed
and yet, your eyes canāt help but be drawn to them, just like sweet memories that quietly rise from the corners of the past.
Each sour cherry seems to hold a story, a tale of a busy spring, a gentle breeze, a timely rainā¦
and a long wait to reach that one perfect moment, when it becomes full, ripe, and brimming with life.
When they dangle from the tree, something inside you whispers:
āLife is right here, in this moment, in this simple beauty full of color and taste.ā
And how can one stand beneath a sour cherry tree and not think of their inner child?
The child who longed to stretch out a hand, pluck a cherry, and without hesitation, place it in their mouth
tart and sweet, just like life itself.
And perhaps,
life is exactly this: hanging somewhere between sour and sweet, just waiting to be pickedā¦ 15 replies
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Iāve decided to begin my day today by being with of my father; the one I never got the chance to say goodbye to in those final moments. And perhaps this regret will weigh on my heart for the rest of my life.
But I believe that every ending is the beginning of a reunion, perhaps in another world, a world gentler and brighter than the one we live in now.
Each sunrise is not merely the repetition of a natural phenomenon; it is a silent promise from the universe, an invitation to begin again.
As if every morning, life softly whispers in our ear: āA new chance, another path, a fresh hopeā¦ā
Within every new light lies a hidden call, a call to believe again: in yourself, in your dreams,
in the path that once set your heart ablaze but may have since faded from memory.
I hope today, a new door opens before you, not a door of coincidence, but of belief.
Belief in what your heart has long whispered in silence. A door that doesnāt just move you forward, but brings you closer, to your truth, your peace,and that sweet, quiet feeling of finally arriving.
In todayās sunrise, perhapsā¦ everything begins anew. 18 replies
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Behind every photo, thereās memory;
A moment where time has quietly come to a stop, an eye that looked at the world through a lens full of feeling,
And a heart that wanted to hold on to something forever. Sometimes a photo is the sound of a laugh thatās no longer heard, the warmth of a hand we can no longer hold, or the light of a day that once held deep meaning for us.
Photos are not just images; they are the memory of the heart, filled with words left unspoken, yet deeply felt.
Maybe now is a good time to take a look at your phoneās gallery,
To see how many moments youāve captured, without realizing that one day, you would take refuge in them.
Images that once seemed ordinary, may now bring a gentle smile or a quiet tear.
Each one holds a piece of us, people we loved, places we miss, and part of ourselves we may have forgotten.
So let the photos take you back, not to stay there, but to remind you how beautifully you have lived. 22 replies
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Being in the heart of nature always brings a deep and quiet joy;
A place where, from the simplest soil, a painting of life quietly unfolds. Unseen, unpraised, flowers bloom, silently, yet completely. Colors settle beside one another without doubt or hesitation, not to compete, not to be admired, but simply to exist, to fill the earth with life.
And the soil, without pride or demand, holds all this splendor within itself, like an ancient secret only nature understands. 15 replies
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The Joy of Jumping
Sometimes, you have to jump, even if you donāt have wings to fly.
You might ask, āBut how?ā
Take a risk. Risk is a kind of leap
A leap from where you are, maybe toward the highest version of yourself.
And maybe things wonāt turn out as you hoped.
But you did your part, and that alone is something to be proud of.
Because without risk, thereās no growth.
The joy of jumping isnāt always in the landing
Sometimes itās in the letting go.
In the courage it takes to lift yourself off the ground.
In believing you can be light, free, and fearless.
Jumping means trusting the unknown.
It means surrendering to the wind, even if you donāt know where itāll carry you.
Sometimes, the only way to find yourself
Is to let go, even for a moment, of what youāve been holding onto for years. 16 replies
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Many of you have probably read Animal Farm by George Orwell.
A simple yet profound novel that holds powerful lessons about authority, justice, and awareness.
āAll animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.āš¤·āāļø
This famous quote from the book captures the bitter truth behind the story.
The animals of a farm rise up against the oppression of humans in hopes of building a more just world.
At first, everything is based on equality and fairness, but gradually, the pigs ,who had taken leadership of the revolution ,begin walking the same path they once called unjust.
They wear human clothes, walk on two legs, and even sit and negotiate with the very humans they once overthrewā¦
Until, eventually, there is no difference left between the oppressor and the revolutionary.
This book is full of signs and silent warnings that make the reader reflect, to the point where one constantly wonders: which words truly mean something, and which are just slogans?
Through symbolic language, Orwell shows us how power, when left unchecked in a society lacking awareness, can destroy all the ideals people once believed in.
When action is replaced by empty words, equality becomes nothing more than a hollow phrase.
And power, if not controlled, will inevitably turn into a tool of deception.
In the end, without awareness, freedom is easily lost.š§ 18 replies
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Each of us carries countless memories from our childhood.
I was born during the war , and I still remember those days vividly, when missiles would cross the sky above us in crisscross patterns. But I donāt want to talk about war.
I want to speak of the symbols we each carry from our early years. Objects we can never truly part with, because theyāve become a part of who we are. And when we look at them, they bring back all the memories of childhood;
For some of us, itās like a silent film quietly playing in the back of our minds.
Amid the routines and noise of adults life, sometimes the only thing that can return us to our pure, unfiltered selves;
Is a simple doll, a tiny toy car, or even the familiar sound of an old toy.
These are not just objects, they carry the scent of childhood dreams, hope and a sense of safety.
And how precious it is that some of us still keep a small corner of life for these memoriesā¦
A quiet place, yet full of life, where the child within us, though silent, is still alive, waiting for someone to call its name again. 14 replies
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Sometimes, certain words touch the heart so deeply that they seem to be made of something else, not of mere sound, but of pure kindness. Words that come from the depths of the heart, free of pretense or disguise, find their way directly into the hearts of others.
Such words often come from people who are made of light themselves ,souls whose presence, gaze, and even silence bring peace.
Some people are like rare works of art, original, timeless, unrepeatable, and adorned with inner beauty.
Being beside them feels like walking through a living museum of pure emotions; a place where every moment holds a lesson in kindness, grace, and greatness.
These are the people whose presence, however brief, becomes etched forever in the memory of the heart.
And we are truly fortunate if life ever leads us to cross paths with such souls. 22 replies
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On these hot, suffocating summer days, when no creature can escape the blazing heat, a tired mother dog has found a quiet spot in our yard to rest.
Every time I open the door, she quickly comes inside,as if she knows this place by heart. Without hesitation, she heads straight to her favorite spot under the shade of a tree, where she can finally relax.
She was so exhausted today that when I approached to take a photo, she didnāt even notice.
There was something deeply peaceful in that moment,a kind of unspoken trust.
Not built with words, but with time, warmth, and a safe corner of the world sheās come to call her own. 13 replies
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