How do you manage screen time for yourself?
I don’t chase screens, I let them wait
life outside the glow feels far more great.
I log out to tune in, sky, breath, ground
because the real world has the richest sound.
Category: perspectives
The Ledger of Light
The sunset is a ledger,
inking light into the lake,
a contract between endings
and the colours they remake.
The water is a question
wearing stillness as its skin,
a lock that never opens
yet keeps letting you walk in.
The sky is just a whisper
that the day has one more breath,
a fire that doesn’t burn,
yet warms the edge of depth.
The hills are quiet witnesses,
jury to the dusk’s soft trial,
shadowed, but not absent,
silent, but not in denial.
The tree is not a tree at all,
but a map of who you were,
roots below the surface,
stories tangled in its blur.
And you?
You’re the ripple,
small, unseen, but real,
proof that even stillness
has a pulse it tries to feel.
Reflection isn’t memory.
It’s a lantern made of glass,
it doesn’t show the journey back,
it lights the way you’ll pass.
Simi
Picture credits: BDS
Moments Over Minutes
Do you need time?
Do I need time? Not really so,
I need a pause where life can slow.
For minutes fade, but moments stay,
and one real breath can hold a day.
Unmapped Tomorrows
What will your life be like in three years?
Three years from now? I won’t pretend to know,
even three minutes shift, evolve, and overthrow.
So I stay with the now, the rhythm the heat,
let tomorrow arrive, today is already complete.
The Real Homepage
What are your favorite websites?
Not in browsers, links, or scroll,
but in moments that refill the soul,
laughter shared, or skies turned gold,
those are the sites I like to hold.
A One-Take Life
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?
No rewinds. No repeats.
I lived it well the first time.
No regrets, no lost retreats,
every step was part of the climb.
The Renaissance
What historical event fascinates you the most?
A time when art began to breathe,
and minds found truths the stars could weave.
When questions bloomed where silence slept,
and light returned where darkness crept.
Remember
What’s something you believe everyone should know.
What you take for granted, another may crave,
your ordinary could be someone’s brave.
So pause, give thanks, before you start
gratitude is the wealth of the heart.
The Heart That Still Believes
What does it mean to be a kid at heart?
It is not about age, but the freedom to feel,
to laugh without reason, to trust what’s real.
To carry wonder wherever you start,
that is the magic of being a kid at heart.
The Unseen Armor
You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?
I’d wish for courage that never dies,
for truth that cuts through every disguise,
for strength to rise each time I fall
with these three, I’d conquer all.
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