A Poem Rumi Forgot to Complete

Whispers of the Wicked He looked at his shaking hands. A few weeks ago, he was just fine. He had no trembling hands. He did not sneeze and cough most of the time. He was full of energy. He was never grateful for that.  "Did I take my health for granted? Isn't this the same for everyone?"  This was his first time experiencing this kind of thing, the illness. Definitely, health was a top priority but he had taken many things for granted, his career, his partner, his life, his happiness, God, everything he could think of. He had taken almost everything for granted. He was so sure that he would never lose any of them. So, he took everything causally. Nothing was important for him anymore. Not his name nor his fame. He preferred to keep it simple, but was his life really simple?  He thought in the middle of the night. He looked back at his past, full of regrets but he wasn't ashamed, he never would be. Because that's what he was - a shameless person with no regard for ...

So finally after two weeks, I am letting my thoughts out. I literally have nothing to write. I am experiencing a writer blocked. However, I have to keep my blog going on, so apologize in advance, if this does not feel like I have written.  Those days were hard and exhausting but life goes on. What I have learned is that no one reads my blog and they only comment/DMs based on the stories that I share on Instagram. I have literally told every single time that I am the happiest person, have high energy bla bla and everyone would be just like why don't you let go of everything? I already have. Not too long ago, but I let go of everything since last year. But before letting things go, how was I? Did existentialism hit me hard? Was I depressed, despaired and nothing made sense? Well yes.  It's all in your mind The first thing you need to know is that your thoughts are powerful. You are ruled by the way you think and the way you perceive things. All our identity, personality and ...

Existential Crisis and Blurring of Self A nihilist must not be finding self but we all are experiencing existential crisis. When the meaning of life and self are not clear, we entangle ourselves in webs of disbelief, in puzzles of finding our pieces one by one by discovering our true selves. Let's start! Existential Crisis: How do I see myself This was not the article I intended to post this week, but I changed my mind. The main question is why? Because I realized people can never understand each other. Everything, every opinion, every perspective is different. There are thousands of versions of ourselves. Some people judge me based on my writings, and my posts on Instagram and other social media platforms. My family calls me crazy since I am the most comfortable with them and do the things that no one else can do. My friends see me as someone who is an introvert and so on. How do I see myself? At this point in life, I would say nothing. It has become a story of existential crisis....