Beyond 'Once More'

Time tolls its bells, beckoning us, and we murmur, "Just once more." That dreadfully romanticised "Just once more." But the reality is, there is no such thing as "Just once more." Even déjà vu is but a deception. I’ve wandered through the corridors of time, revisited moments long gone, and nothing ever felt as it did the first time. Not the maiden flight through the skies, nor the first encounter with the vastness of the ocean. Not the first raindrop on my skin, nor the first night spent in the embrace of love. Not the first thrill of the open road, nor the initial letter that promised a future, nor even the first leap through the folds of time.

Nothing ever truly replicates. So, heed this—look forward, and embrace what is not a "Just once more" but a "First." The years have caught up with you; it’s time to tread with prudence.

Grasp that first opportunity, savour that first sip of knowledge, and comprehend that no invention, no matter how ingenious, can truly carry you beyond the bounds of time. Accept the immutable law, as constant as the setting sun. Your mind may wander faster than the wind, but you cannot. Even the icons have departed, leaving no glimmer of hope that anything could outpace reality. Now, everything is tainted.

Protect yourself. Yes, you. You are invaluable. You always have been. Gaze into your reflection and tell me, does the sentiment, "When life brings me into your presence, the world appears more enchanting than a dream," still hold true? Does it still, even now? How preposterous!

Recognise the signs and extricate yourself from the illusion of "Just once more."

No more "Just once more." Do you Concur ?

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Veil of Surroundings

Across the expanse of unfamiliar shores, where the ocean’s whispers barely reach, there lies a quiet burden—a solitude carried by those whose hearts beat to the rhythm of an unseen song. It is not a burden of choice, but a silent inheritance, a gift that comes with a profound ache. To perceive the world in all its depth, to feel the weight of every wave, every breeze, is to walk a path few can follow. In this new place, surrounded by faces that seem so far away, the heart yearns—not just for company, but for a connection that touches the soul.

The world speaks in simple tongues, where words fail to capture the full spectrum of what lies beneath. Conversations, once filled with promise, now drift away like forgotten echoes, leaving only the cold shadow of distance. It is not pride that keeps one apart, but the depth of feeling that others cannot fathom. Thoughts swirl like unspoken secrets, woven into a tapestry only the heart can see, yet no one else can understand.

Beyond this solitude lies another weight—the pull of a heart too willing to give. Altruism, that purest form of love, becomes a quiet source of pain when it is met with misunderstanding, when the hand that offers is met with doubt. The soul, eager to lift others, finds itself worn and weary, its light dimming in the face of a world that cannot grasp the depth of its giving. The act of caring becomes a solitary voyage, as the heart reaches out only to find the distance too vast, the gap too wide to bridge.

This solitude, this endless search for understanding, is not born of arrogance, but of a divide so profound that it separates even the most kindred souls. The heart longs not for recognition, but for a simple truth—a place to belong, a voice that resonates with its own. Yet, such a connection remains elusive, a distant shore that can never be reached. And so, the journey continues, a path where the weight of feeling and the ache of giving shape every step, leaving the heart adrift in a world that remains both distant and close, always searching, always longing for a touch that remains just out of reach.