Tag Archives: morality

– Fleeting

There will always be someone who is better than you in every worldly sense, someone with more money, more success, a better career, a bigger house, a nicer car, or a life that looks more beautiful from the outside. But you, as a person, know who you truly are and how good of a human being you are when no one is watching. Most of the time, simply because we are born into a certain place, family, or privilege, we grow up believing that we are entitled to everything life has to offer. And I am not saying we should be ungrateful for what we have, because gratitude matters. But sometimes I wonder, what are we really? When everything is stripped away, are we anything more than bones, skin, a beating heart, and a soul trying to make sense of this life?

Why is it so easy for us to forget that time is constantly slipping through our fingers like sand, while we are busy chasing things that will eventually mean nothing? We need to spend more time becoming better human beings, because people will not remember your looks or worldly possessions. They will remember how you treated them, how you made them feel, how you showed up when they needed you, and how much kindness you left behind. And when you are gone, none of the material things you spent your life chasing will matter anymore. What will remain is the love you gave, the lives you touched, and the person you chose to be while you were here. That is the only legacy that truly lives beyond us 🤍

Sehr

– The Weight Of Reality & Pessimism

If you could rewrite any book’s ending, which one would you choose?

“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” — Socrates

Honestly, I wouldn’t rewrite a book just to give it a happy ending. Happy endings can be comforting, but not every story should end with happiness, closure, or peace. Life rarely does. Stories that embrace uncertainty, loss, or bittersweet endings often feel more honest because they reflect the human experience.

My father was a student of philosophy. When I was younger, many of the things he said didn’t make sense to me. Over time, I realized they were all connected, shaped by experience rather than abstract ideas. There are hundreds of books he collected over the years, filling shelves with history, philosophy, and literature. They are more than a collection to me now. They are reminders of his curiosity, his wisdom, and the conversations we never got to finish. His reading glasses are still there, along with his collection of Persol glasses, exactly where he left them. Sometimes they make it feel as though he has only stepped away for a moment.

My happiest chapter ended the day I said goodbye to him. God, how much he filled my life with love, laughter, and everything I could have ever wished for. Since then, I’ve understood that the longer we live, the more loved ones we lose. Grief is not the opposite of love. It is the price we pay for it.

The only ending we all truly share is death. Until then, life is full of unanswered questions, imperfect resolutions, and moments that can feel empty. That is what makes it real. I think books should capture that reality instead of pretending every journey ends with everything falling into place. The stories that stay with us are often the ones that remind us life is beautiful, painful, unpredictable, and unfinished.

~S