Author: memajuve
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Want Less
Up.Down.Change remains. I know.Buddha knew.Still—it stings. Not drift—thrive. Hold less.Need less.Want less. Notice the urge.See the pull.Let it pass. Want less.Live more.
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Run
Run from your discomfortRun from your distrustRun from your painRun from your anxietyRun from your thoughts telling you all is no good. Run! Run until you feel you can stop yourself.Run! until you feel you can face your discomfort.Run! until you stand up to your thoughts. See them as the illusion they are.Trapped inside them…
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The Job I’m Trying to Quit: My Own Thoughts
Do you enjoy your work?I’m asking sincerely — to everyone who wakes up, gets dressed, and logs into or walks into a 9-to-5 job every day. I’ll be honest: I don’t enjoy mine.And it’s not just the work itself — it’s the voice in my head that comes with it. My Mind at Work It…
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The Courage to Learn: Lessons from Failure
Felina always thought she was decent at her job—reliable, consistent, and capable of delivering results on time. When her manager asked her to join a new AI/ML team, she felt both honored and excited. After all, Artificial Intelligence was the frontier of innovation, and this opportunity could be career-defining. But there was one catch—Felina knew…
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If I Were a Tree
If I were a tree,I would stand stilland observe the world. I would breathe in opposite of man in the morning,while resting like man at night. Truly, a wonder how I support a manto continue living on this planet that we both cherish. I would watch as my leaves bloom in spring, summer,change colors in…
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The Colorful Oracle
Maya wiped sweat from her brow as she sorted through the dusty boxes in her uncle’s attic. That’s when she spotted it—a spherical object wrapped in faded velvet. “What even is all this junk?” she muttered, unwrapping a perfectly round crystal ball. Maya shook it, expecting snow globe action. Nothing. “Is this from Crystal Maze?”…
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I bloom a beautiful flower!
Nature waits for no oneNor does it do things in a hurry.There is a process you see—an invisible process that gets things done.How can I, human, be similar to thisbeautiful nature and planet?How can I flow like a river,slowly, gently towards its destination,without a worry of how it becomesthe sea, ocean or a bigger pond.Water…
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Callie the Invisible
Chapter 1: The Day the World Forgot Her Callie Morris felt she lived a mundane life. At twenty-five, she had landed what others called a “dream job” as a software engineer at a big tech company, yet she found herself wondering if there was more to life than work, and more work. She wanted to…
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The library’s Butterfly
Tears fell as Madam Butterfly was being handcuffed and taken away by the police.How she got to this point, she didn’t even know. At 54, Madam Butterfly had long settled into her quiet rhythm. She wore black every day—practical dresses with fitted leggings beneath—and every morning, before unlocking the library doors, she would gently adjust…
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