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Can you see the reflection of the lights at dusk, the beauty and magic of the moment?

Can you feel the chilly breeze?

Can you see the whiteness of the snow and the purity of the scene ?

Can you hear the secrets of the ocean?

Can you feel the laughter and joy of a toddler?


Don’t you hear the scary silence of the night after…

Don’t you feel the coldness of the homeless bodies…

Don’t you see the dirt hidden underneath…

Don’t you hear the dying drowning screaming voices in the ocean…

Don’t you see the mourning and loss in the world…

There are two faces for everything, you can’t take one face of the coin, you can’t choose one side of the story.

With every beginning there’s an end.

With every death there is a rebirth.

Rainbows appear in the harshest storms.

There are no eternal sunshines.

There is no eternal suffer.

It’s not always easy.

It’s not always harsh.

It’s not always the beginning of a story, some ends need to be written for new beginnings to take place.

But… @_mylightspirit_

A Letter to Time

Dear time,

To the running away moments, to the moments that turn into memories, to the moments that turn into scars and pain, to the moments that turned everything upside down, and to the moments that pushed us ahead.

It was, it is, and it will always be a matter of a moment to see what is behind the mask, to see the deceiver. It is a matter of a moment to decide, to regret, to forget, to forgive, to walk away or to seize the moment.

It is the flying moment of time that changes everything.

To the single moment; that jumps into your mind suddenly, drawing a huge smile on your face and forcing you to escape with it and be overwhelmed by its joy.

To the moment that comes along with pain, it hurts too much that your body numb and hurts all at the same time.

To the moment of success; that brings along the pride and accomplishments into your mind and life.

To the moment of failure that keeps you depressed, stressed, and crushed.

To every single moment that flashes at some point with all its images and feelings.

To all the moments, some questions…

Are we destined by flying moments?

Are we forever limited and bounded by the idea of time?

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Should we wait for the moment?

Are we the ones creating the moments?

Are we part of the moments?

Do we chase moments?

Do moments come to us?

Can all the moments come at once and leave us free? Leave us free of all the limitations of time. Can the moments stop controlling our lives? Can the moments be just a benchmark rather than an obsession?

For once let us fly outside the limits of time, moments, and place…


Sincerely yours,

A light spirit


Is It an Illusion?!

On what seems like a bright morning, she got up, got dressed, and packed her stuff. She decided it was time to move on. She is still young, in her twenties and life seems to be shining up for her. Everything is going according to plan.

She headed to the subway, carried her luggage along with her, she bought a ticket, and sat on a side bench waiting for the train to come.  She sat there with a pack back by her side; life seemed to stop for a second and the heaviness of her internal luggage, thoughts, memories, and feelings, seemed heavier than she knew. Just burying it inside of her as she wanders around, made her feel dizzy.


The train arrived, she hoped in and took her place by the window and waited for the journey to start, a new life, a new destination, a new opportunity is waiting ahead.

Few minutes, the engine of the train started and they moved forward with an accelerated speed. She gazed outside in search for familiar places and faces where she is heading.  When out of the sudden, she panicked, stood up and started strolling around the small passages of the train; she checked the ticket and realized how overwhelmed she was by the heaviness of her luggage that she took the wrong train.

Strolling around wasn’t getting her anywhere, especially as the train went faster and faster. If she jumps now she’ll die for sure and if she stays it’ll lead her nowhere, but she had to wait, to sit and try to enjoy the journey.

After long hours and after getting miles and miles away from its initial position, the train stopped at the first site, it is someplace in nowhere land, she hasted down tumbling with her luggage. There she found herself at a dull subway, almost deserted except for few transit passengers and old rusty seats.

She sat there in panic, she can’t get back on the train, and she can’t walk all the way back, which in fact is an impossible thing to do. For seconds, it all seemed just an illusion, as if she’d been chasing after an empty dream. She closed her eyes in an attempt to relax and calm down.

When her eyes were opened again, she gazed around, she was back in her room, as if she never left, as she never took that wrong train, as if years, months,  days and hours haven’t past yet. As if it was all just an illusion! As if it was all just a waste of time!