Time is a gift, treat it as such, and your perception of the world might change for the better.

Woman in white shirt and red jacket enjoying the snow.
Woman in white shirt and red jacket enjoying the snow.
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Life is like a big shapeless thread, a thin strand that runs its course by the whims of the wind. The trail it leaves looks like a maze that does not only span in width but height also. It’s easy to lose yourself, and it’s hard not to get lost, but it is what resides in the middle that keeps us alive.

I’ve been through difficult times at some moments of my life. Even today, I’m still walking against a wind invisible only to my eyes. …

These trades don’t always go as planned, but we can make it so no one loses.

Man holding a card with seeking human kindness text
Man holding a card with seeking human kindness text
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Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve always been the giving type. My Mom made sure of that. When I was in elementary school, she cooked and prepared those beautiful meals that made me the star of the lunchtime breaks. The little boy that I was, faced with such admiration, couldn’t help but share the mouth-watering delicacies on his hand with his fellow buddies.

Life has never been fair, and while I was not the wealthiest in the room, some of my partners in crime didn’t have the same luxuries as me. So, I ended up sharing even more…

If you have to wait, don’t settle for less than the VIP room.

Woman sitting by the pool.
Woman sitting by the pool.
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A few Winters ago, when life was still blooming, I met a ray of sunshine. A friend of mine was celebrating her birthday, and here she was, seated and dancing on her own, this stranger that I could only see from the back.

I came to her attention, and as she faced me, words rose in my mind to form one sentence, “don’t you dare start talking to her.”

And yet, that’s what I did. I mean, politeness obliged. I had to say hello.

I regretted it.

The two minutes talk we had while she proposed me a drink made…

Caring less to care more: the true art of letting go.

Man sewing brown belt.
Man sewing brown belt.
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The world we live in is a busy one, and between work, health, and loved ones, our attention is constantly divided. More so, life doesn’t stop there. When we add social media, adversity, and goals to the mix, time tends to slip away. How often have you wished for more hours in a day, when in fact, you should have done less of some things.

It’s not just that you do too much. More often than not, it’s because you care too much about too many things at the same time. And everything you care about is something you want…

Cause the rest won’t matter.

Four Person Standing at Top of Grassy Mountain
Four Person Standing at Top of Grassy Mountain
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Love is a word used so many times that I sometimes wonder if each time we pronounce it, we bear in mind the weight of those four letters. You see, it’s not just about affection, attachment, or strong emotions. If that was all love was about, you wouldn’t yearn so much for a piece of it.

Let’s take Wikipedia’s definition: Love encompasses a range of strong and positive emotional and mental states, from the most sublime virtue or good habit, the deepest interpersonal affection, to the simplest pleasure.

I want to add to that: Love is also kindness in the…

Never let the future disturb you.

Woman blowing sprinkle in her hand
Woman blowing sprinkle in her hand
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More than anything, the human psyche is ruled by desires and needs. Some are instinctual, rooted in you since your birth, engraved in your DNA, and tethered to your very being till the moment of your death. Some are acquired, developed throughout the years, the result of your life choices and past experiences.

The desire to live, the need to eat, the inclination toward procreation, toward the survival of the human race. If we find the basics of our primal needs in the first one, in the second, lies the promise of a life well-lived. …

We all are history, and history is us.

Grayscale photography of a black woman with yellow tears.
Grayscale photography of a black woman with yellow tears.
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The world’s a big place, a giant ball of green and blue, harboring life, harboring us, humans. More than seven billion souls roam the earth, indulging in daily activities and experiencing life in a thousand different kinds of ways. In a world so crowded, the meaning of those three words, “I see you,” takes a lot more weight.

What defines you as a human being? What is the difference between you and me? What does it mean to be you, and what does it mean to truly see? If I were to introduce myself, I would be tempted to say…

Because you deserve to care for yourself as much as you care about others.

Woman sitting on brown wooden bench.
Woman sitting on brown wooden bench.
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You’re home, and you wake up in the middle of the night. You dreamt: the sky had never been so blue, and life so bright. You open your eyes: the night had never been so dark, and life so blight. You get out of your bed, your soul is full of weight, and you stumble. But you stand up, and you look in the mirror:

“I am me, I am powerful, I am good, I am Love, I have value, and I have a purpose. All is well.” — Abraham-Hicks

That’s self-love.

You’re outside, and you’re riding the subway, to…

How you perceive the world needs to be seeded from the inside.

A girl reading a book by the window.
A girl reading a book by the window.
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No one can see the world as you do, and within that canvas we all share, you are the producer of your own reality, a world only you can carry. Add another pair of eyes, and you find yourself with two frames, with two realms of interpretations, with two worlds ready to collide. That’s perspective.

And there’s a gap between perception and reality.

The state of things you believe to be true is, in fact, nothing more but a small portion of the bigger truth. …

Gerthy Bingoly

Writing about the things the eye cannot see, and looking for inspiration where my feet cannot take me. Write me at gerthywrites@gmail.com

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