They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Lest We Forget.
Today, we honour all veterans -
those who have given
their lives and health,
and those who have served
and continue to serve today.
And we stand with their families.
Because beside every veteran
is a family who carried
that service with them. 🙇♀️🎗️
In the end, three truths remain:
How deeply we embraced,
how softly we wandered,
how gracefully we released
what never belonged.
Love, a tapestry woven
with threads of joy and ache,
expands within us like a balloon,
bound to burst,
filling the spaces between breaths,
and when it fades,
we are left with echoes,
the gentle sting of
absence marking our hearts.
To love and be loved,
a dance in vulnerability,
every step a risk,
destiny’s fickle hand at play.
When parting comes,
grief floods the world
with shades of sorrow and anger,
whispers of life’s unfairness
drumming the rhythm of our hearts—
a song we all must learn to sing.
But beyond the veil, I will wait.
For those who follow
and for the ones who
walked on before,
carrying my love.
—KaZ
11/11/26..💙
• 🕊️- 100
- A Hundred Small Pauses -
A hundred essays. Each one began the same way: I stopped.
That’s the whole story. I stopped in the middle of a busy day, in the middle of a feeling, in the middle of a question I couldn’t answer. And I wrote down what I saw.
I think philosophy isn’t a subject. It’s a habit - the habit of not walking past your own life. These essays are my habit, made visible. Small pauses, written down, sent out into the world in case someone else needed to pause too.
A hundred of them now. Thank you 🙏 for stopping with me. The pause is better shared.
—🥀☕️✒️
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• 🕊️- 101
When we say “we’re fine,” sometimes we mean it. Sometimes we’re giving you the chance to ask again. And sometimes we’re just tired, and there’s no dictionary, and we’re hoping you’ll read our weather instead of our words.
—🥀☕️✒️
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• 🕊️- 102
I procrastinate, therefore I am. Descartes said, “I think, therefore I exist.” I say, “I will think about it later.”
And strangely, every time I procrastinate, the universe keeps running just fine, which makes me suspect it is been doing my work all long.
—🥀☕️✒️
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