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everyday it becomes a little tougher to leave for everyday it becomes a little easier to love.
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A mind palace of poetry, thoughts and emotions. The carefully curated collection of poems covers a wide range of themes, including love, los
Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.
“Eulogy from a Physicist” by Aaron Freeman, with quotes from Interstellar by Christopher Nolan, and images from NASA, Interstellar, Getty, Petrichara, and Reuters.
“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.”
-Eulogy from a Physicist by Aaron Freeman
every once in a while, something reminds me of the fact that i was left with only questions and i didn't deserve to be treated that way. then, all my focus is to make peace with the reality of the person and the situation i was left in and where i've taken myself from there. :')
recovery will not happen overnight. recovery will not fully heal you. recovery will not make you happy all of the time. recovery will not always look pretty.
recovery will have ups and downs forever. recovery will make you grow as a person. recovery will make being alive feel less hard. recovery will come in many, many forms.
Days are turning into months and months into years but there is no trace of you yet.
Oct'23
It's past midnight, I'm still awake, And there's the moon shining outside my window, Even in the July monsoon; I'm alone in my room, But the
july is not julying
It's been 5 days, And July hasn't been Julying, The way July should July. There have been too many steps, But no direction, There have been
As I lay the soft mashed potatoes, On the crispy puri on my plate, With spicy green chutney, Made with fresh coriander and mint leaves, And
concept: me, figuring out everything, finding solutions to all the problems, listening to my favourite songs, traveling to a new place, feeling at peace and living my happily ever after.
For every word that finds me, And for every word I keep, For every word I write for you, And for every word I breathe, There'll be words tha
I cry, While watching movies, And I don't care, If it's a rom-com, Or a patriotic movie. But, if it's the later, I will definitely judge you
censorship of feelings
if people can believe in you so much, then you can believe in yourself too
I look up at the dark sky, Oh, starboy, As it pours over unashamedly, While I walk, Putting me in a good mood, ah. So, I smile and take it a
that hero feeling 😎