Author: Enisoor
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fear mongering
Everything seems to be screaming for attention. ‘Watch out! -pay attention to this, be thoughtful about that’. The fear mongering celebrates its heyday. Closing yourself off or ‘sticking your head in the sand’ are only temporary means to get rid of that nasty feeling. what it requires is ‘seeing through’, the insight that most things
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connectionÂ
Interclick, your own hands fit perfectly symmetrically into each other like a bridge, the path to inner peace. © E n i s ∞ r
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Genesis
A walk in the forest to shelter from the rain, the smell of humus and rainwater mingles with the sound of the waving treetops and the drops on leaves.A small bird chirps by, a wood ant crawls on the ground. On the path lies a feather like an exclamation mark.And I listen….. R.I.P Sebastião Salgado
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Gratitude
I am no longer the person I once was; the world moved on, and I followed. Along the way, I shed many coats, gave away my name. All that remains is time — just enough to reach the final stretch of the bridge. And I hope that someone is waiting for me there. © E
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hit-and-fly
Big stories or little visual vignettes—I can truly enjoy even the smallest moments. Like jackdaw thieves raiding abandoned food in, say, bicycle bags. Boldly snatching a baguette while the unsuspecting owner is off running another errand. One stands watch while the other dives into the bag, and then they fairly split the loot. A classic
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the cardboard spider
You are not only moving yourself, you are also moving your history, things, memories packed in boxes and what you leave behind on the street.What you enter new is just as bare as where you just came from, like an empty transition which is called moving. Let pack and unpack and find a new way
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new start
Be careful not to hide under a rock. Sometimes the ‘rock’ is too heavy to carry and it is better to drop it on the chain that holds you in one place… © E n i s ∞ r song: Phosphorescent – Song For Zula Beneath every heavy stone, a beautiful story could come to
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I love my car
A forgotten scrapyard, scattered with rusting carcasses,shattered glass, loose parts still clinging to purpose,and the thick scent of oil hanging in the air.Only later do you feel it;the lives these cars have carried,the laughter, the heartbreak,the crashes, the quiet miles between home and elsewhere.Even cast aside, some still awaitanother chance to move,another road to remember.
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100x closer
You can wait, you can keep examining someone you think you adore under a ‘microscope’ or you can just tell them your love so you can simply move on. © Enisoor Overthinking is the serial killer of sincerity
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sky took hold
I’m today done with social media. Not with a few followers that I sincerely like and follow back with interest. It’s the many egos and the unmiss, grabbing more likes and hub followers.The time lost in getting your daily confirmation that you matter, it is some sort drug. I’m looking for my own dopemine, one
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you better you bet
Ambitious Better your bestBest to better Until someone gets tiredof your ‘better and better’ Then your head rolls naturallyto the pillow of modesty. © Enisoor
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missed the boat
If you missed the ‘boat’, be extra kind to yourself. Know what is meant for you never passes you by. © Enisoor
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the wind
The wind picked up and brought many whispers of change but somewhere in the middle of the ocean it pushed the waves higher and higher. © Enisoor Fire? -there’s no wood Holly.
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tomorrow never knows
It’s all about visionI choose the open seaI take off © Enisoor bring balance and harmony into motion
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Slowly Separate
Divide and conquerto the limit of dreamsthat even that can no longer sleepa peaceful safe existencein the land of profit, plenty and greed. © Enisoor keep your eagle merciful and your dove fearless