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I tremble before the moment. I unravel into fragments. The feeling arrives first, consuming me from within ... by @alunithra
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2 days ago
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As though my soul were a fractured mirror, casting two refractions at once and I remain uncertain which image bears my name. #philosophy #writer #spirituality #poetrycommunity #viral by @alunithra
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3 days ago
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We fear monsters we can see. Yet the ones living beneath the surface of the mind... rarely have a face. The Unseen Layer A psychological short story. — Alunithra #story #stories #readingtime #ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇᴘᴀɢᴇ by @alunithra
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5 days ago
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To hide is to exile yourself from your own existence. It is not the world you escape— but your own reflection. Not the eyes of others you fear— but the gaze of your own soul. You slip beneath the surface of yourself, layer by layer, until the face you show the world becomes a stranger even to you. And the strangest part? You begin to believe the mask is real. You begin to forget there was ever anything beneath it. You begin to lose the thread that once connected you to the source of your own light. Your compass does not break suddenly. It fades slowly, quietly, with every compromise, with every silence, with every time you chose to be invisible rather than real. And one day, you stand before the mirror and ask: "Who are you?" And the silence that answers is the loudest truth you've ever heard. Because you are no longer there. Not to the world. Not even to yourself. So before you lose your way completely, stop. Turn inward. Listen for the voice you buried. Follow the thread you cut. Find the compass you abandoned. Because the only direction that matters is the one that leads you back to you. And that path begins the moment you stop hiding.🕊️ #morocco #maroc #viral #explore by @alunithra
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6 days ago
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Your soul is a genoise. Layers upon layers. Some sweet. Some bitter. Some light as air. Some dense as earth. You walk through life choosing— this moment gets the cream. that memory gets the tart. this person gets the softness. that wound gets the crust. You are the baker of your own being. But here is the truth you cannot escape: You cannot change the order. The base was laid before you arrived. The first layer—your childhood. The second—your first love. The third—your deepest loss. They are baked in. Fixed. Immovable. You can decorate. You can add. But you cannot remove what has already been set. And the filling? It is not always yours to choose. Sometimes, life pours in bitterness without asking. Sometimes, it fills your layers with emptiness. Sometimes, the cream is stolen. Sometimes, the tart is forced upon you. But here is the mystery: You still get to decide the taste. Not by changing what is there. But by how you hold it. The bitter layer? You can let it poison the whole cake. Or you can let it add depth. The empty layer? You can call it loss. Or you can call it space for something new. The stolen cream? You can grieve it forever. Or you can learn to bake your own. The order is not yours. The ingredients are not always yours. But the recipe? That is yours to write. So bake wisely. Taste deeply. And remember Even a broken genoise is still a masterpiece. Because you made it yours. by @alunithra
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7 days ago
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You walk into every room like a guest who forgot their own name. Present. But never truly there. Polite. But never fully open. Watching. But never really seen. You've told yourself it's shyness. Introversion. Maybe you're just different. But let's sit with the truth for a moment. What if your silence isn't fear? What if it's wisdom? You don't speak because you haven't found a voice worth matching yours. You don't give yourself away because you haven't found hands gentle enough to hold who you are. You don't belong because belonging asks you to shrink—and you refuse to become small. So you stay quiet. Whole. True. And the world calls you distant. But you know better. You're not distant. You're discerning. Not everyone deserves the chapters of your story. Not everyone can carry the weight of your depth. Not everyone is ready for the rawness of your truth. So you guard it. Protect it. Keep it sacred. Not out of fear. Out of reverence for what you carry. And that's not ego. That's self-respect. The world will pressure you to open up. To blend in. To become one of them. But the world forgets— some souls are not meant to fit in frames. Some souls are meant to stand apart—not broken, but whole. Not lonely, but free. So next time you find yourself quiet in a noisy room, Don't ask what's wrong with you. Ask the room: "Are you ready for what I carry?" And if the silence answers no, Hold your light. Hold your truth. Hold your voice. Because one day, you'll find the ones who are ready. The ones who won't just hear you— they'll feel you. The ones who will look at your silence and understand: It's not emptiness. It's depth, waiting for the right ears. by @alunithra
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8 days ago
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There is a version of you that never made it to this moment. A version that stepped back. A version that played it safe. A version that chose the comfort of the ground over the terror of the edge. But here you are. Suspended between two worlds. Your body falling. Your mind racing. Your soul… watching. In that fraction of a second, time doesn't slow down—it expands. And in that expansion, you see everything: 👉 Every lie you told yourself. 👉 Every love you walked away from. 👉 Every dream you buried alive. 👉 Every version of you that died quietly, without ever jumping. The ground isn't your enemy. The fall isn't your punishment. The only punishment is arriving at the bottom… and realizing you never truly lived at the top. So I'll ask you again: Will you hesitate on the edge? Will you fight for survival when your skull is inches from impact? Or will you finally… finally… surrender to the truth that you were never meant to land safely? You were meant to fly. And if you fall? Fall knowing that even your broken bones will sing louder than your silent regrets. The edge is not the end. It's the beginning of the only question that matters: "Did you live… or did you just exist?" by @alunithra
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9 days ago
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Perhaps madness is the purest form of consciousness. For at the very edge of perception, the self dissolves, identity fades, and only the void remains. What lies beyond it, I cannot tell... I am still wandering within that emptiness. #viral #reels #literatura #explore by @alunithra
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10 days ago
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To live under the shadow of fear is to go through life with a bowed head and shaking hands, constantly afraid of losing something you can't even define. You end up fearing the good things too—people, the streets, and your own self. But here's what no one tells you: Fear is not your identity. It's just a visitor. You are not the voice that trembles. You are the awareness that notices it. And the moment you stop running from fear, you reclaim your power. Not by fighting it—but by sitting with it, listening to it, and letting it teach you where you've been holding yourself small. You are not broken because you feel afraid. You are human. And being human is not a weakness—it's the gateway to your deepest strength. The one who feels fear and still chooses peace over panic, depth over distraction, and presence over possession— That soul is unstoppable. If this resonates with you, save it as a reminder: You are not your fear. You are the one who rises above it. by @alunithra
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