Baskadia

I've been holding on for what feels like forever, hoping to find happiness someday. Waiting to escape a nightmarish existence and to embrace the reality of life, only to discover that this is my reality, not some bad dream. I've been filling myself with optimism, holding out for things to improve someday. This world feels like a battlefield, and I'm navigating it with wounds that nobody can see.

I once dreamed of becoming an icon, but that dream has been shattered, and now I live in a haze of sorrow, fighting each day to fulfill my aspirations. I've lost my way, and my spirit, body, and soul yearn for redemption. My mind is constantly racing, searching for solutions, but often getting lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. I've tried to focus on positivity, only to be consumed by negativity.

My soul is bleeding, my heart is in pieces, wounded by unseen forces that make it difficult to trust myself. Doubt clouds my sanity, and I find myself running away from the world, seeking solace in isolation. I'm scared of the pain that others may inflict, and I've lost touch with myself. I forget the simplest things and struggle with focus and balance. I find comfort in sleep, avoiding the harsh realities of life.

But deep within, I urge my soul to be strong, to bring comfort to my body and guide my mind, to find happiness in the smallest of joys, and to seek a way out of this nightmare. I long for peace within myself. My broken heart seeks mending, and I realize that I must be the one to heal it. I must find the strength I long for, to protect myself from the arrows that have pierced me. Love may be met with hatred, loyalty may be mistaken for weakness, and trust may be broken, but everyone has their own battles to fight. I, too, must be my own hero—strong, unwavering, and protective. I must nurture my inner self and not be swayed by the world around me. Only then can I truly find happiness.

I am releasing the things that once had a grip on me. No longer will I run when fear strikes, for fleeing only leads to a standstill. I used to be concerned, but now I lean toward nonchalance. People may try to locate me, but their image of me does not define my worth. In due time, I'll connect with those who will assist in my journey of self-discovery. I refuse to allow anyone to belittle my essence, for I hold significance. I present a solution to someone's dilemma, and I am singular in my own right.

I assert to myself: learn from your errors, don't dwell on the past, but rather glean wisdom and move ahead. Mistakes are part of life, and self-condemnation serves no purpose. Each person has their own perspective, so it's futile to anticipate uniformity in thought and belief.

Trust in your value and don't allow others' opinions to sway you. Refrain from investing time in negative energy, as it will only raise doubts about your capabilities. Do not shoulder blame for circumstances beyond your control and do not shrink from challenging ideas imposed upon you. When gazing into the mirror, look beyond your current state. If you're not where you aspire to be, envisage your purpose and make it your principle ambition. Examine your choices thoroughly before acting upon them.

I want to emphasize that some individuals can be incredibly deceptive, even going so far as to fabricate essential aspects of their identity. While it can be challenging to discern who is genuine and who is not, it's crucial to exercise caution. Avoid sharing too much about yourself, including your dreams and goals, as not everyone has your best interests at heart.

Not everyone who professes love or affection truly means it. There are those who may seek to take advantage of your kindness. It's essential to recognize that not everyone is meant to play a significant role in your life. Sometimes, we learn our most valuable lessons through difficult experiences, perhaps because we wouldn't have heeded advice even if we were given it.

What if we were to wake up one day and realize that the world we live in is nothing but an illusion? Have you ever contemplated the transient nature of things? Today they exist, and tomorrow they vanish. What if those we perceive as deceased have simply departed this illusory world for another reality? What if it is actually us who are deceased, yet our brains refuse to acknowledge it? Just imagine for a moment that there are three different worlds: the dream world, the world we perceive as real, and the unknown realm. What if our actions and behaviors are influenced by this mysterious realm? Have you ever felt like you've been in a foreign land, a continent of which you have no knowledge, or experienced a longing for something you can't quite recall? Perhaps our minds reside in this unknown world, while our bodies inhabit our perceived reality.

And what if we share the same body and mind with someone from another continent or an existence we believe does not exist? Living similar lives, reasoning alike, speaking in the same manner, and experiencing identical thoughts and reactions. The idea is quite intriguing, isn't it? Just think, what if the person you see in your dreams is not actually you, but rather someone from this unknown world who shares a fate intertwined with yours? Have you ever pondered the identity of the person you see in a mirror? Could it be that this individual from the unknown world is acting as your companion through time, becoming your reflection? This might explain why we can see ourselves with the aid of a mirror or other reflective objects.

Have you ever thought about the mystery behind mirrors? It's fascinating how we rely on them to see ourselves, to validate our existence. Yet, what if mirrors have a secret agenda? What if they deceive us by showing someone else's reflection instead of our own? It's almost as if they are tools designed to make us believe we are someone we're not.

Sometimes, I wonder if mirrors are more than just reflective surfaces. Could they be portals controlled by an unseen world, hidden from our perception? It baffles me how we can only see our outer appearance in a mirror, not the essence of who we truly are. What is the universe concealing from us, and why do we require the aid of a mirror or a camera to see our own faces?

And here's another thought: why do spirits reflect in mirrors? Could it mean that when we gaze into them, we catch a glimpse of our spirits within our mortal bodies? Why can't we access a clear vision of ourselves solely through our imaginations? Do we have to repeatedly look at mirrors to ensure the validity of our own image?

It's puzzling, really. While I contemplate the significance of mirrors, I can't help but be concerned about their role in our lives. Perhaps they are more than just physical objects - they tap into our imagination and influence our perception. These musings never

fail to leave me wondering.