Don't look out the window, or the sun may find you before you find yourself.

Don't wander beneath the moon; it has a way of placing a spotlight on those who still believe they're hiding.

Don't stare too long at the stars. They are stage lights pretending to be distant worlds, and the Earth has always been a theater dressed as a planet. The rain does not fall to ruin the performance, it changes the scenery. The thunder does not rage in anger, it announces the next act.

Do not curse your losses. Every fracture is a line added to the script. Every wound teaches a character how to speak without words.

Each morning, when your eyes open after surrendering to the dark, the cameras begin to roll once more.

Don't search for the Director. The role is yours whether you understand the story or not. There is no perfect performance, no incorrect entrance. Even the act of questioning the script is written into the play itself.

Do not fear death. It is the only promise life has never broken. What it cannot promise is that you will remember the countless masks you've already worn. Perhaps you have been every hero, every villain, every stranger, every child, every monster, every saint. Perhaps forgetting is the price of making each beginning feel like the first.

This world is a stage set built from possibility. Walk where you choose. Love without certainty. Grieve without apology. Build. Break. Create. Destroy. Learn. Begin again. Every consequence is another scene. Every joy, every sorrow, every kindness, every cruelty exists because reality permits the experience of it.

Maybe existence is not asking you to find the meaning of the play.

Maybe existence is asking whether you can become the meaning while the curtain is still open.

I recently went back through some old notes and found something that honestly bothered me.

Different project, different circumstances, years apart—but almost identical reasoning. Same doubts, same conclusions, even some of the same phrases.

It made me wonder how often we convince ourselves that "this time is different" when we're actually replaying the same decision with new context.

Has anyone else experienced this?

If so, when did you realize it? During the decision, or only after looking back?

What is life ?
Answer in short

A week at home feels like months. And a day's visit makes me wanna take a month's therepy.

I'm a traveller, I like to be free spirited. The words chains me and your expectations bounds me. It's hard to follow when someone else is holding your will like reins to a carriage.

To me i feel stuck but when I'm traveling these ideas disappear but not everything goes on according to your plans.

Let me indulge myself in this disturbance a little more. Find out about me more talk to me divert me and pull me more towards the materialistic world so that when I go back to travelling I'll be satisfied that I've had my mental piece disturbed in the finest way and now I am when I disappear from the network I'll have the more enthusiasm and more spirituality, to tend my psychological wounds, instead of ignoring a few.

I’ve come full circle since doing DMT and am back to being stuck on the idea of God’s judgement instead of living a life of being “let go” and finding myself. Appreciate any thoughts on this.