Reflections
Clarity through thought, memory, and inner gaze
Writing helps me make sense of what I carry
It slows things down,
so I can see what’s tangled or quietly shifting underneath.
These reflections come from real questions, daily tensions, and moments that lingered.
They usually show up in late-night notes or halfway through something else.
Unpolished, uncertain.
Some stay unfinished —
others get written, but I never read them again.
Sometimes, they’re just quiet recognitions of long-held patterns —
the kind you only notice when you’re stuck.
This space isn’t about having answers.
It’s about slowing down, writing things out,
and letting something take shape.
Clarity through thought, memory, and inner gaze
Writing helps me make sense of what I carry.
It slows things down, so I can see what’s tangled or quietly shifting underneath.
These reflections come from real questions, daily tensions, and moments that lingered.
They usually show up in late-night notes or halfway through something else.
Unpolished, uncertain.
Some stay unfinished — others get written, but I never read them again.
Sometimes, they’re just quiet recognitions of long-held patterns — the kind you only notice when you’re stuck.
This space isn’t about having answers.
It’s about slowing down, writing things out,
and letting something take shape.
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How Freedom and Choice Shape Our Lives
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From Strength, With Sincerity
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What We Asked For
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A Dream– The Orange Branch
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Hallowed Halls, Broken Knees
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Reassemble
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One Painting. One Gasp. A Changed Life.
Touched by Colour: A Moment with Wang Pan-Youn In May 2018, a dear friend with a deep understanding of art recommended that I visit…
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