Christmas is a season brimming with joy, a time when homes and hearts are illuminated with warmth and goodwill. Yet, beneath the glittering lights and cheerful carols lies a profound truth: the true joy of Christmas is found in acts... Continue Reading →
In a small village tucked between rolling hills, there was a peculiar stone in the center of the square. It was smooth, dark, and impossibly heavy for its size. The villagers called it the Stillstone. For generations, they believed it... Continue Reading →
Feeling unvalidated is an experience that strikes at the core of our human need for connection and recognition. It arises when our thoughts, feelings, or actions are dismissed, ignored, or misunderstood, leaving us with a lingering sense of insignificance. While... Continue Reading →
Friedrich Nietzsche's philosophy of life, centered on the concepts of the will to power, eternal recurrence, and Übermensch, offers a radical revaluation of traditional values, urging individuals to embrace life’s inherent challenges, reject metaphysical absolutes, and cultivate a creative, affirmative... Continue Reading →
A shadow falls where light once played,Dreams dissolve, their colors fade.The heart, once buoyed by hope's embrace,Now bears the weight of an empty space. The promise of dawn, a gilded lie,Clouded by doubts that veil the sky.Each step, a stone,... Continue Reading →
Beneath the moon’s pale, grieving glow,Where shadows stretch and whispers grow,Lies the ghost of what we used to be,A love now lost to memory. Your laughter lingered in the air,A fleeting warmth, a fleeting care.Now silence reigns where songs were... Continue Reading →
Beneath the stars, where whispers dwell,Two forces weave their tangled spell.One is tender, soft, and kind,A soothing balm for heart and mind. The other burns, a fierce delight,A flame that dances through the night.Its heat consumes, its hunger craves,A tempest... Continue Reading →
In a grove where sunlight bends,Through leaves and whispers, laughter ascends.A nymph of hedonistic heart,Dancing wild, a work of art. Her hair a cascade, a golden flame,Her eyes like stars, untamed, unshamed.Barefoot she treads where rivers gleam,Chasing pleasures, a fleeting... Continue Reading →
And so it feels like old movies and gingerbread, time to wear green and red or something like that. Christmas always feels like a combination of old memories and present to me.
Scents of Science 