Have you been depriving yourself of sleep lately? Sleep is an integral part of human life. Your brain cells work tirelessly to maintain balance and help you think intuitively. Just like a computer that shuts down when its energy is depleted, the brain also needs rest. The difference is that the brain does not completely shut down. It must continue regulating vital functions such as your heartbeat and other internal organs to keep you alive. However, during sleep, these activities slow down si...

Have you been depriving yourself of sleep lately? Sleep is an integral part of human life. Your brain cells work tirelessly to maintain balance and help you think intuitively. Just like a computer that shuts down when its energy is depleted, the brain also needs rest. The difference is that the brain does not completely shut down. It must continue regulating vital functions such as your heartbeat and other internal organs to keep you alive. However, during sleep, these activities slow down si...

The pain, the turmoil, the heartache. I ask myself—was it really worth it? The uncontrollable tears, the unfulfilled wishes and broken promises. Was it really worth trying? I was never told that I would be hurt, that I would sometimes be undervalued. They said it was a bed full of roses, yet they never warned me that roses have thorns. And now, I am trapped in my own feelings and emotions. It’s like an endless roller coaster—ecstasy and joy, followed by unbearable pain. Drowned in my tears, I...

The pain, the turmoil, the heartache. I ask myself—was it really worth it? The uncontrollable tears, the unfulfilled wishes and broken promises. Was it really worth trying? I was never told that I would be hurt, that I would sometimes be undervalued. They said it was a bed full of roses, yet they never warned me that roses have thorns. And now, I am trapped in my own feelings and emotions. It’s like an endless roller coaster—ecstasy and joy, followed by unbearable pain. Drowned in my tears, I...

Life begins with the first cry of a baby A cry of hope, of endless joy. A world that listens, nurtures, understands, Where every tear is met with care. She speaks in sounds no one fully grasps, Yet the world leans in, eager to translate. When words fail, she cries, And the world rushes to her side. But as she grows, the world changes. Her cries fade into silence, Her words, once awaited, now ignored. She speaks, yet no one listens. One day, she will realize She walks this path alone. And the ...

Life begins with the first cry of a baby A cry of hope, of endless joy. A world that listens, nurtures, understands, Where every tear is met with care. She speaks in sounds no one fully grasps, Yet the world leans in, eager to translate. When words fail, she cries, And the world rushes to her side. But as she grows, the world changes. Her cries fade into silence, Her words, once awaited, now ignored. She speaks, yet no one listens. One day, she will realize She walks this path alone. And the ...

The system has ruined us; society has torn us apart. Oh, I remember those days when we could speak freely—when the world was under our feet, our imaginations as wild as space, and our joy true and pure. Now, we bear the weight of the world on our shoulders—a burden so heavy we cannot escape it. We were silenced, our freedom stripped away. Our imaginations are now boxed in, confined for the sake of survival. If only I could go back to those days.

The system has ruined us; society has torn us apart. Oh, I remember those days when we could speak freely—when the world was under our feet, our imaginations as wild as space, and our joy true and pure. Now, we bear the weight of the world on our shoulders—a burden so heavy we cannot escape it. We were silenced, our freedom stripped away. Our imaginations are now boxed in, confined for the sake of survival. If only I could go back to those days.

Each time I pick up my pen to write, my mind becomes a battlefield of clashing thoughts. Sometimes, I manage to put down something meaningful; other times, I just go blank. Today, I can’t even tell what I achieved. I slept all day, scrolled endlessly through social media, and found every excuse to postpone my reading—procrastination at its finest. Now, it's late at night. I have service to attend in the morning, and I can't afford to miss it. Starting my reading now would only guarantee that ...

Each time I pick up my pen to write, my mind becomes a battlefield of clashing thoughts. Sometimes, I manage to put down something meaningful; other times, I just go blank. Today, I can’t even tell what I achieved. I slept all day, scrolled endlessly through social media, and found every excuse to postpone my reading—procrastination at its finest. Now, it's late at night. I have service to attend in the morning, and I can't afford to miss it. Starting my reading now would only guarantee that ...