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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

3 months ago

Day 121 🎡 #Poethon: A Writer's Journey

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

3 months ago

If there's one thing I learnt today... Thoughts. Actions. Habits. Character. Destiny. It all begins from a thought! #Poethon: A Writer's Journey @IVCU

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. If there's one thing I learnt today...

Thoughts.
Actions.
Habits.
Character.
Destiny.

It all begins from a thought!

#Poethon: A Writer's Journey
@IVCU https://t.co/nwOIKquxsz

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

3 months ago

The scorching flames will never know pain. Have you seen worms in a burning fire? Or flies perch on frying flesh? Of course not. When you are on fire, they can’t come near. When you rise higher, they can’t compare. When you shine brighter, they can't but fear. #Poethon: A Writer's Journey Day 115✍️✨

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. The scorching flames will never know pain.
Have you seen worms in a burning fire?
Or flies perch on frying flesh?
Of course not.

When you are on fire, they can’t come near.
When you rise higher, they can’t compare.
When you shine brighter, they can't but fear.

#Poethon: A Writer's Journey
Day 115✍️✨

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

4 months ago

The bird that keeps looking back to it's old nest will crash into a tree. With that I say goodbye. Goodbye to the old me. Goodbye to the past things. Farewell to my wrinkled scars and heads up for the better days❤️‍🩹 #Poethon: A Writer's Journey Day 104🧠

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. The bird that keeps looking back to it's old nest will crash into a tree.

With that I say goodbye.
Goodbye to the old me.
Goodbye to the past things.
Farewell to my wrinkled scars and heads up for the better days❤️‍🩹

#Poethon: A Writer's Journey
Day 104🧠 https://t.co/9UIdlAKTVU

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

4 months ago

Little little things A random 'hello' from the corner, A wave across the street, The swing of a handshake, A hug, tight and genuine, That gentle sound of a truly concerned 'how are you', The reassurance in togetherness, Pure and silent, just amazing. Day 97 #Poethon: A Writer's Journey

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Little little things
A random 'hello' from the corner,
A wave across the street,
The swing of a handshake,
A hug, tight and genuine,
That gentle sound of a truly concerned 'how are you',
The reassurance in togetherness,

Pure and silent, just amazing.

Day 97
#Poethon: A Writer's Journey

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

4 months ago

I don't know if we get to live more than once, but if you live right, once is enough ✨ ~Dr. Forbes Riley #poethon: A Writer's Journey Day 96✍️

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Sometimes you just gotta make room... For yourself, For trust, For surprises, For love, For adventure, For fun, For opportunities... For Life, basically. You just have to make room for life; Life won't happen all in your head #poethon: A Writer's Journey Day 92 ✍️

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Sometimes you just gotta make room...

For yourself,
For trust,
For surprises,
For love,
For adventure,
For fun,
For opportunities...

For Life, basically.

You just have to make room for life;
Life won't happen all in your head

#poethon: A Writer's Journey
Day 92 ✍️ https://t.co/WwcS1TJngG

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 91. #Poethon: A Writer's Journey Clay houses in the mud Football at our neighbour’s Mangos for lunch Dinner on a tray Nights meant for sleeping A good piss on the bed🥹 And scolding in the morning🥲 Good old times Diary of a village boy 🙂‍↕️

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Life starts as a bed of roses. Later, a bed and roses. At last, a bed, then roses. First raised by arms, later laid by arms. A tale from birth to burial. #Life, from cradle to casket. #Poethon: A Writer's Journey Day 90✍️❤️‍🩹

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Life starts as a bed of roses.
Later, a bed and roses.
At last, a bed, then roses.

First raised by arms,
later laid by arms.
A tale from birth to burial.

#Life, from cradle to casket.

#Poethon: A Writer's Journey
Day 90✍️❤️‍🩹 https://t.co/XgOpIrgFgU

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 87 ~Tough times ❤️‍🩹 #Poethon: A Writer's Journey #writingcommunity #poetry

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 86 🗣️ #Poethon: A Writer's Journey There is a way pleasure lures the mind to shunt responsibility and give in to temporary delinquencies. The thing about it is that it leaves a mark on a person’s psychology, making it easier and easier to compromise. The mind is a good learner, yet at the same time it is forced to be a good teacher. As if being a learner isn’t hard enough, it also takes on the teacher’s role to groom itself. Whatever it learns, it recycles and teaches itself again until it becomes part of what we know as life. Take, for instance, telling a lie to your parents for the first time. Of course, there should be some kind of guilt—for betrayal of trust, disobedience, and even the not-so-good thing you had to polish with a lie. Your conscience wouldn’t stop tugging you to do the “right” thing, but for this one time, you allow fear to override the second thoughts urging you to open up. Just from one try… habituation kicks in. The next time you lie, your mind recalls that nothing drastic happened the last time—you got away with it. This time you may still feel guilty, but far less than before. With more “next times,” you gradually find it easier to forget the first time. This is simply repeated exposure to a stimulus gradually reducing the emotional response to it. When we say no to discipline, when we say yes to worldly pleasures, when we give permission to negative influences, when we consent to immorality and the like, a part of the mind takes down a logbook. And another part echoes, “just one more.” Now, there is one common logic that sits well with people at this stage: it is far easier to repaint reality than to change the past that led to the present. Usually, when someone’s actions conflict with their moral beliefs, the mind feels a tension classified as cognitive dissonance. The brain wants comfort by all means and goes on a journey to protect its peace. It pulls up a sequence of new ideals: first, it justifies the behavior; then it minimizes its importance; perhaps it changes its beliefs to make the act more acceptable; and finally, it may throw the blame at others. And just like that, the guilt that once held your moral compass becomes the cursor directing your moral deficits. ~Image credit: Pinterest #mind #habits

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Day 86 🗣️
#Poethon: A Writer's Journey

There is a way pleasure lures the mind to shunt responsibility and give in to temporary delinquencies.

The thing about it is that it leaves a mark on a person’s psychology, making it easier and easier to compromise.

The mind is a good learner, yet at the same time it is forced to be a good teacher. As if being a learner isn’t hard enough, it also takes on the teacher’s role to groom itself. Whatever it learns, it recycles and teaches itself again until it becomes part of what we know as life.

Take, for instance, telling a lie to your parents for the first time. Of course, there should be some kind of guilt—for betrayal of trust, disobedience, and even the not-so-good thing you had to polish with a lie. Your conscience wouldn’t stop tugging you to do the “right” thing, but for this one time, you allow fear to override the second thoughts urging you to open up.

Just from one try… habituation kicks in.

The next time you lie, your mind recalls that nothing drastic happened the last time—you got away with it. This time you may still feel guilty, but far less than before. With more “next times,” you gradually find it easier to forget the first time. This is simply repeated exposure to a stimulus gradually reducing the emotional response to it.

When we say no to discipline, when we say yes to worldly pleasures, when we give permission to negative influences, when we consent to immorality and the like, a part of the mind takes down a logbook. And another part echoes, “just one more.”

Now, there is one common logic that sits well with people at this stage: it is far easier to repaint reality than to change the past that led to the present.

Usually, when someone’s actions conflict with their moral beliefs, the mind feels a tension classified as cognitive dissonance. The brain wants comfort by all means and goes on a journey to protect its peace. It pulls up a sequence of new ideals: first, it justifies the behavior; then it minimizes its importance; perhaps it changes its beliefs to make the act more acceptable; and finally, it may throw the blame at others.

And just like that, the guilt that once held your moral compass becomes the cursor directing your moral deficits.

~Image credit: Pinterest
#mind #habits

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 85 #Poethon: A Writer's Journey Attention. Focus. Results. A famous Roman poet, Juvenal, once said "Panem et circenses”, meaning, “Bread and circuses.” This statement was an accusation to the rulers of his time. His point was simple: When people are fed and entertained, they often stop paying attention to deeper issues like power, freedom, and long-term progress. Without attention, there can be no focus on growth, no room for personal development, and no awareness of the trends or connections that could spark innovation. Without attention, there is no focus — and without focus, the mind drifts into waste. In today’s world, we may not gather for a literal “circus” each day, but its modern replacements are everywhere: endless social media feeds, gossip, and shallow entertainment. Know this and know truth, Whoever controls attention controls outcomes. In politics, society, business or even personal wealth; attention determines results. Attention determines what you learn, what you notice, what you build, and ultimately what you earn. Without much thinking, it is very obvious that scattered attention produces scattered results. I'll leave you with this... "Attention is the seed. Value is the tree. Wealth is the fruit." Stay productive ✨

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 84: A Simple Hello, A Brighter Day #Poethon: A Writer's Journey Sometimes a simple “hello” can be the spark that turns someone’s day from heavy to hopeful. In today’s world, it’s easy to retreat into ourselves, to follow the crowd chanting “every man for himself.” But if we choose to live that way, aren’t we becoming less than the animals of the wild? Even in the jungle, there is love. A herd protects its own. A herd strives together for survival and for better days. So let’s choose to be lights—small but steady flames that brighten the path for others. The world already carries enough gloom; what it needs is more kindness, more warmth, more humanity. #BeTheLight #SpreadKindness #HumanityFirst #LoveInAction #TogetherWeRise

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Day 84: A Simple Hello, A Brighter Day
#Poethon: A Writer's Journey

Sometimes a simple “hello” can be the spark that turns someone’s day from heavy to hopeful.

In today’s world, it’s easy to retreat into ourselves, to follow the crowd chanting “every man for himself.”

But if we choose to live that way, aren’t we becoming less than the animals of the wild? Even in the jungle, there is love. A herd protects its own. A herd strives together for survival and for better days.

So let’s choose to be lights—small but steady flames that brighten the path for others. The world already carries enough gloom; what it needs is more kindness, more warmth, more humanity.

#BeTheLight
#SpreadKindness
#HumanityFirst
#LoveInAction
#TogetherWeRise

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 83: The invincible guest theory #Poethon: A Writer's Journey The invincible guest theory is one game changer, especially for those battling social anxiety. This theory became really popular back then during the festive period when there were a lot of social gatherings and many people would almost kill to look ‘perfect’. Standing front of the mirror, many were caught looking at themselves through another person’s lens, as though wanting to zip up all their insecurities under layers of regalia. An era where social gatherings were more hostile than social. The calming truth is that most people are often busy dealing with their own insecurities, and they rarely have the time to focus long enough on you to start scrutinizing your imperfections. While you’re busy panicking about your smile, another lady is there panicking about her weight, another guy is there panicking about his height. In a gathering like this, who would really have the luxury of confidence to start wondering what makes you complete or not? There is actually no reason to act as though every eye at the occasion is filming your insecurities, or, that your presence is so important that they’d rather steal a glance over their own mountain of uncertainties just to have a peek at your worries. The human mind is a lover of comparisons, so what? Stay natural. Stay calm. Stay cheesed up. Nobody's judging you. I hope this gives you peace. ~R3HI #WritingCommunity #invincibleguesttheory

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Day 83: The invincible guest theory
#Poethon: A Writer's Journey

The invincible guest theory is one game changer, especially for those battling social anxiety.

This theory became really popular back then during the festive period when there were a lot of social gatherings and many people would almost kill to look ‘perfect’. Standing front of the mirror, many were caught looking at themselves through another person’s lens, as though wanting to zip up all their insecurities under layers of regalia.

An era where social gatherings were more hostile than social.

The calming truth is that most people are often busy dealing with their own insecurities, and they rarely have the time to focus long enough on you to start scrutinizing your imperfections.

While you’re busy panicking about your smile, another lady is there panicking about her weight, another guy is there panicking about his height. In a gathering like this, who would really have the luxury of confidence to start wondering what makes you complete or not?

There is actually no reason to act as though every eye at the occasion is filming your insecurities, or, that your presence is so important that they’d rather steal a glance over their own mountain of uncertainties just to have a peek at your worries.

The human mind is a lover of comparisons, so what?
Stay natural. Stay calm. Stay cheesed up.
Nobody's judging you.

I hope this gives you peace.

~R3HI
#WritingCommunity
#invincibleguesttheory

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 82: Family ❤️ #Poethon: A Writer's Journey Just had a flashback of memories from 14 years ago—the good times of childhood. That period, we had a massive family gathering—so large that the grains of sand seemed outnumbered by our sheer population. Almost all of my grandfather’s descendants were present—young and old, suckling and nursing, kindergarten and graduate, sons and grandsons, mothers and daughters. The whole of everybody marked attendance physically. It was one of the most exciting experiences I had that year, since I got to meet so many of my extended family members. I learned new names, mastered new faces, met new cousins, and found real home. We sewed similar attire, took pictures together, danced and ate as a family—laughing and sobbing in one voice amidst all the enjoyment. We paraded in our coat of the day, and the whole town could tell that it was indeed the burial of a great man. It was a large burial for my grandfather, but it felt as though the world was re‑celebrating his birth. To some, he was a teacher (literally, since he was once the headmaster of the village primary school). To others, he was their first provider, their golden hero, their trusted rock, and their reason for the season. But to me, he was simply Grandpa ❤️. I was too young to write a proper tribute, but I didn’t miss my chance to say how much I missed the angel who would sneak fish into my mouth while he ate. That experience left a moral lesson that lives on: The death of a great man brings unity. Though it was a burial ceremony, it felt much more like a true celebration of life. And that was the last time I saw so much family physically gathered together. A last respect well served. A funeral remembered as a fun era. ~R3HI #love #family #happymemory

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Day 82: Family ❤️
#Poethon: A Writer's Journey

Just had a flashback of memories from 14 years ago—the good times of childhood.

That period, we had a massive family gathering—so large that the grains of sand seemed outnumbered by our sheer population.

Almost all of my grandfather’s descendants were present—young and old, suckling and nursing, kindergarten and graduate, sons and grandsons, mothers and daughters. The whole of everybody marked attendance physically.

It was one of the most exciting experiences I had that year, since I got to meet so many of my extended family members. I learned new names, mastered new faces, met new cousins, and found real home.

We sewed similar attire,
took pictures together,
danced and ate as a family—laughing and sobbing in one voice amidst all the enjoyment.

We paraded in our coat of the day, and the whole town could tell that it was indeed the burial of a great man.

It was a large burial for my grandfather, but it felt as though the world was re‑celebrating his birth. To some, he was a teacher (literally, since he was once the headmaster of the village primary school). To others, he was their first provider, their golden hero, their trusted rock, and their reason for the season. But to me, he was simply Grandpa ❤️.

I was too young to write a proper tribute, but I didn’t miss my chance to say how much I missed the angel who would sneak fish into my mouth while he ate.

That experience left a moral lesson that lives on:
The death of a great man brings unity.

Though it was a burial ceremony, it felt much more like a true celebration of life. And that was the last time I saw so much family physically gathered together.

A last respect well served.
A funeral remembered as a fun era.

~R3HI

#love #family #happymemory

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 81 🕊️ #Poethon: A Writer's Journey It takes a living person to mark present.📌 Grandma once said "You are the one to create the time for yourself. Another person cannot create it for you" So say to yourself today, as long as I'm alive I'll spend time knowing that I am indeed alive! #poetry #time #enjoyinglife

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Day 81 🕊️
#Poethon: A Writer's Journey

It takes a living person to mark present.📌

Grandma once said
"You are the one to create the time for yourself.
Another person cannot create it for you"

So say to yourself today, as long as I'm alive I'll spend time knowing that I am indeed alive!

#poetry #time #enjoyinglife

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 80: Embrace life. Embrace yourself. #Poethon: A Writer's Journey What’s a day without a smile? If your life is so suffocated that not a single moment allows your eyes to brighten with joy, then I’m sorry—you’ve been gone for far too long. Life comes, life goes. But what is life, if it carries no life within it? Sometimes I wonder: If I die tomorrow, what will happen to all I’ve built? No continuation. No fixing. No more building. No spending of my savings. No seeing my ideas change the world. No nothing—just nothing. So I ask myself: Why don’t I spend it all today? Why don’t I treat myself to a treat? Why don’t I pour my time and attention into my loved ones, and enjoy their smiles as if it were the last time I’d ever see them? I become overwhelmed and whisper: Today, we’ll live like it’s our last. I’ll go wild, play without direction, and speak freely—words to be remembered, perhaps, in my tribute. But then, while spending cash, time, and focus, a wind of wisdom whispers again: *“And what if today isn’t your last? Will you let the anxiety of your final day make the rest of your days a hell?”* At this junction, I retire. There is a time to be born, a time to live, and only a second to die. Do with this whatever you must. You don’t have to bury your time while trying to do life. Neither do you have to preserve your happiness, without any assurance of tomorrow. Take a little. Enjoy. Smile. Breathe. And above all— Stay Happy ❤️ ~R3HI #Poetry #writing #writingcommunity

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Day 80: Embrace life. Embrace yourself.
#Poethon: A Writer's Journey

What’s a day without a smile?
If your life is so suffocated that not a single moment allows your eyes to brighten with joy, then I’m sorry—you’ve been gone for far too long.
Life comes, life goes.
But what is life, if it carries no life within it?

Sometimes I wonder: If I die tomorrow, what will happen to all I’ve built?
No continuation.
No fixing.
No more building.
No spending of my savings.
No seeing my ideas change the world.
No nothing—just nothing.

So I ask myself:
Why don’t I spend it all today?
Why don’t I treat myself to a treat?
Why don’t I pour my time and attention into my loved ones,
and enjoy their smiles as if it were the last time I’d ever see them?

I become overwhelmed and whisper:
Today, we’ll live like it’s our last.
I’ll go wild, play without direction,
and speak freely—words to be remembered, perhaps, in my tribute.

But then, while spending cash, time, and focus,
a wind of wisdom whispers again:
*“And what if today isn’t your last?
Will you let the anxiety of your final day make the rest of your days a hell?”*

At this junction, I retire.

There is a time to be born,
a time to live,
and only a second to die.
Do with this whatever you must.

You don’t have to bury your time while trying to do life.
Neither do you have to preserve your happiness,
without any assurance of tomorrow.

Take a little.
Enjoy.
Smile.
Breathe.
And above all—
Stay Happy ❤️

~R3HI

#Poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 79: where can I find life? #Poethon: A Writer's Journey Is it just me or life's been super busy and fast lately? #writing #life #busy

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Day 79: where can I find life?
#Poethon: A Writer's Journey

Is it just me or life's been super busy and fast lately?
#writing #life #busy https://t.co/wg2OXuRL4t

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 78. #Power vs #Fear #Poethon: A Writer's Journey No. Survival isn’t just avoiding death; it’s refusing to starve your life out of fear. #writingcommunity

r3hi_r3hi's tweet photo. Day 78. #Power vs #Fear
#Poethon: A Writer's Journey

No. Survival isn’t just avoiding death; it’s refusing to starve your life out of fear.

#writingcommunity https://t.co/oJEh8RWOAX

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R3HI @r3hi_r3hi

5 months ago

Day 77: Friendship as you should know it🫂 #Poethon: A Writer's Journey #mindset #friendship #writingcommunity

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