Signals

Love is all you need.

I feel that freedom is to live beyond the power others hold over you.

i wish you chose me

A day does not expand at its edges, but through the inner latitude with which we inhabit its limits.

I don't want a life reduced to functioning without the freedom to choose.

Freedom is the place where connection, responsibility, and effort find their harmony.

I hate it!

I'm not here to fit in, I'm here to be me.

I used to sit for far too long on a lonely chair somewhere far away.

In a sociable unlock room I find my slowliness and stillness

Is it just the beginning?

Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem.

Not every open door changes the floor plan.

I find my own voice, I find my own body.

I can empathize without being swept away. But my question ist: How?

The line between closeness and confinement comes down to one question: is there room for freedom?

I want to talk to somebody. 🪐

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I am here and it is now!

In meinen Spiegeln sehe ich viele Möglichkeiten, falsch zu sein. Und vergesse: ich bin längst ganz.

What remains unchosen need not lose its worth!

I can feel multiple truths at once!

Does the form I shape for my life truly breathe?

Where is the compass that tells the heart its own limit?

Was wiegt mein Herz?

Is there a right balance between my inner self and my actions?

Something really needs to come to an end so that something else can become visible.

Hola buenos días

We haven’t yet entered the age of AI. I’ll give you a warm hug.

Together we gaze into the foggy distance, and no horizon comes between us anymore

That‘s right

DON'T touch my Heart with dirty hands

Wie kommt der Wert in die Welt?

What If?

If you knew you couldn’t make a mistake, what move would you make today?

Between what others want from me and what I actually do, there I am again.

Can I truly live by my own inner compass—and still be safe, accepted, and connected?

Why don’t I shape my life with more resolve, so that my way of being actually has a place in it?

Some silences arrive wearing my name.

I live here together with kind and wise people, animals, and ghosts.

Though I cannot dictate what unfolds, the power to shape the response is always mine.

If the choice were entirely mine again today: would I still choose this?

Does staying true to my own needs inevitably mean disrupting someone else’s comfort?

Am I allowed to honor what I need, even when the ripple of my choice asks someone else to shift?

What choices am I truly free to rewrite the moment I realize something is quietly diminishing me?

How do I dive in while staying grounded?

Sometimes the path is hidden and unclear, and all we can do is follow our heart and start walking.

The right tone can grow too loud and still remain right.

Here, I can breathe. Here, there is space.

I do not want the harshness with which people treat one another to determine my inner world as well.

མི་ཚེ་ནི་རྨི་ལམ་ཞིག་རེད། འཆི་བ་ནི་རྨི་ལམ་དེ་ལས་སད་པ་མ་རེད།

If you don’t want your ideas to be diminished, share them only with the people who are worthy of it.

now!

Stillness has a pulse; I pressed my ear to it and heard my own name fade.

You don’t have to wait for the world to be at peace before listening to the wind in the trees.

Why is it so hard to let others be different from oneself without turning difference into a threat?

today made me fell like dying wouldn't be so bad

I remain grounded in myself while opening to the world.

I am learning to inhabit my inner world without retreating into it.

Why do you act the way you do?