#PersonalReflection

[moonshadowmystique]

The Right Person at the Wrong Time - A Reflection on Timing and Connection

All our lives, we have heard stories that involve the right person turning up at the wrong time. This concept is jarringly alarming because it layer-peels the facade of finding the right individual in regard to love, connection, or relationship. This indicates, if explained better, that two people fitting for each other might fail to emerge when the various elements of life are against their coming together.

What does it even mean to meet the right person at the wrong time?

The Complexity in Timing

Timing is an invisible force that shapes the connections we make, often in ways of which we are barely aware. You might meet your dream person, that person who checks all the boxes or sees the world through a filter instituted by your soul. But with you not being emotionally available, probably still recovering from injuries of the past, or perhaps in the middle of some personal crisis, such connection might just not blossom. On the other hand, it could be them who is dealing with troubles at this stage, which means they cannot also be fully present.

This is extra challenging because, by nature of things, there is tension between what we feel and what reality presents. There is almost something tragic in the beauty of having found someone incredible but at the wrong time. You're forced, then, to think that love and connection are about more than logical matches, but two lives crossing at a certain point where access and readiness are aligned.

The 'What If' Paradox

That is the question that will haunt when the right person shows up at the wrong time: What if things were different? It's such a haunting thought, and then you are left to wonder how, in some other world, maybe it would have worked between the two of you. You have a vision of how this might have been the case with another chapter of your life. You could run yourself into sleepless nights with 'what ifs' and yearn for something that may never be resolved.

But harboring such questions in one's mind forever would render living in the present light of day an impossibility. It is very human to reflect on the paths not taken, but living in the country of 'what ifs' blinds you to the new opportunities staring you in the face.

Growth, Timing, and Readiness

It might be that meeting the right person at the wrong time sometimes serves a great purpose. Sometimes such experiences will teach us more about ourselves, or perhaps are a reflection of where we need to grow or what we need to let go of to be truly ready for a meaningful connection in the future. Other times, the person you meet is but a mirror reflecting the work yet to be done on yourself.

That person may remind you that deep love is deserved by you, even if at the time that is not fated to be with them. They may provide a catalyzing agent that impels you to align your life through means that serve to better prepare you in the future for a relationship be it with them or someone else.

Embracing Imperfection

One of the most painful things we may learn is that imperfection meets us around every corner in life, and love is no different. Yes, even when we think we have found that person who fits every category on our ostensibly perfect list, it's not as if the universe necessarily plays a role in ensuring that all that lines up. That's just part of the mystery—and frustration—of being human.

But perhaps, other than cruel fate, that is the profound message: love is not about everything working out perfectly. It means the understanding that connections, no matter the depth, sometimes do not come out with fairy tales. It is about embracing the will-o'-the-wisps, beautiful moments for what they are and not necessarily needing them to last.

Moving Forward with Ease

So, what happens when you are in this situation? There isn't some simple answer to this proposition, nor is a one-size-fits-all solution for anything. Some can hold onto the hope that one day, in the future, the timing shall be right and the stars align. While others let go, realizing that even while a connection was powerful, yet it simply wasn't meant to be a permanent fixture in our lives.

Both are correct. The key is to move with elegance. Life, with all the moments of its unpredictability, is a journey that's really full of twists and turns. That person at the wrong time could have been one chapter in your story, but it need not define the whole narrative. Every experience in life adds to your growth, even the bittersweet ones.

Ultimately, the concept of meeting the right person at the wrong time invites us to consider what love, timing, and self-awareness are all about. It reminds us that not everything is about chemistry but about being prepared—about two people meeting at the crossroads of their journeys in life, ready to take that step together. And sometimes, such journeys are meant to meet only briefly, leaving an indelible mark but no permanent union. In those moments, we can only respectfully acknowledge the bond for what it was and know that each interaction—every human contact—is a part of our development and continues to shape us into who we are and who we will become.

[inputonmyoutlook]

The Art of Saying Too Much in Plain Sight ( The Beginning of it all 🌱✍🏾)

🫵🏾Have you clicked play? 🎧

We’ve all been there right? You know when we are speaking your mind, laying it all out there, only to realize later that we’ve said too much. But here's the kicker: sometimes saying too much doesn’t mean that I said everything. In fact, the more we say, the more we can hide in plain sight. It's like me giving people an all access pass to my thoughts while holding back the one thing they really want to know.

Take this moment, for instance. 😌👌🏾 The moment I decide to write this post and upload a picture of myself, I'm already giving you more than you asked for. I’m explaining why I’m explaining. 😒 But what am I really hiding?🙅🏾‍♂️ The obvious? The uncomfortable? Maybe. 🤷🏾‍♂️

Also I am at an age where I am young to the older people and old to the younger people. 

Hence the hashtag 🫸🏾🫨🫨🫨🫷🏾That’s has been such an interesting place to be, especially when I am in that space where I can relate to both generations but still feel like I am caught between them. 

Ain’t nothing like what I am experiencing, making me feel like I am “too much” or “not enough” for either group. This is probably what a middle child feels like🧐. It’s a strange dance between vulnerability and subtlety, and it’s often unconscious.

If you made it this far, I appreciate you.🫰

Currently I am in this space where I’m navigating the expectations of two very different worlds, often feeling like I am in the "middle" of everything but not always fully seen by either side. Being in this middle ground has shaped my perspective on how sometimes I feel like I am caught between the wisdom and experiences of older generations and the energy and expectations of the younger crowd.

Especially in every social dynamic and communication aspects. Giving the energy off as quite new, not quite outdated, but always offering something in between. Writing about this might even give you a chance to write about your experience, feeling like you're both an insider and an outsider all at once.

First born or Last Born?🫶🏾 (even if you are neither)

In today’s world, we’re constantly oversharing on social media, in conversations, in blog posts. We throw our opinions out there, loud and clear, but how often do we still control the narrative by keeping a little something tucked away?

Like when someone gives you a “too much” anecdote about their love life, only for you to realize the entire story is a thinly veiled attempt at discussing their own insecurities. Or when someone rambles on about their new job, but you notice they’re avoiding talking about the one coworker who makes them feel small. In both cases, you’ve been given too much, but also, nothing at all. 

Here is my unsolicited advice 😏 Every environment is not your garden, so CLOCK IN and CLOCK OUT!✌🏾 You got 💩 to do.

So, what’s the secret in saying too much in plain sight? It’s that we don’t always have to say it all for it to be understood. Sometimes, the more we say, the more we reveal without ever giving away the one thing we are trying hardest to hide.

👋🏾 Am I right?  Do not get stuck!

This blog is, in a way, my own practice of oversharing. But don’t get too excited I’m still holding back. And maybe that’s the art of it: saying too much, but never all of it. M.A.P. (Make Action Plans)

If you can guess my birth order correctly, I will reveal a fact about myself that is within reason.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[ceejaylove88]

I'm formation too, Beloved!💛 There is literally a point where I had to accept that nothing changes if nothing changes, then make the necessary changes to live the life I desire and deserve. ✨️ It's giving productivity, peace, positivity, purpose, and personal power for me.💛

i came into the new year with a clean heart. i’m done letting my past define my future. i’m done overthinking. i’m done overextending myself. i’m done feeding into people and feelings that are no good for me. this year i move with intention. i move with love. no longer allowing people i have to question acess to me. this year i live in peace and will not allow negativity to disturb me. this is my year of stability, good health, wealth, clarity, + prosperity.

[tmarshconnors]

Ticking Obsession

by Thomas Marsh-Connors | Angry British Conservative Blog

Let me tell you something about myself that’s perhaps not immediately obvious I have a deeply unhealthy obsession with time. Not in the generic "I hate being late" way. No, my fixation goes far beyond punctuality or calendar apps. Though that is true too. This is something that took root in my mind back in 2006 and has since woven itself into my thoughts, habits, even how I see the world.

It all started with a BBC documentary. Not just any documentary, mind you this was the Time series hosted by none other than Dr. Michio Kaku. If you’ve never seen it, do yourself a favour and hunt it down. It’s a beautiful, mind-bending series in which Kaku an American physicist and master science communicator goes on a global journey to try and define, understand, and chase after that elusive thing we call time.

I was only a teenager at the time, but something about that series rewired my brain. Maybe it was the haunting realisation that time is both constant and completely out of our grasp. Maybe it was Kaku’s hypnotic, calm delivery a man who speaks of quantum mechanics like it’s poetry. Either way, from that day forward, time wasn’t just a part of my life. It became��the part.

Naturally, I devoured everything Kaku ever wrote. Here’s a list of his books I’ve read and if you’ve got even a faint interest in science, technology, or the future of humanity, I strongly recommend you dive into them too:

Visions: How Science Will Revolutionize the 21st Century (1997)

Parallel Worlds: A Journey Through Creation, Higher Dimensions, and the Future of the Cosmos (2004)

Physics of the Impossible: A Scientific Exploration into the World of Phasers, Force Fields, Teleportation, and Time Travel (2008)

Physics of the Future: How Science Will Shape Human Destiny and Our Daily Lives by the Year 2100 (2011)

The Future of the Mind: The Scientific Quest to Understand, Enhance, and Empower the Mind (2014)

The Future of Humanity: Terraforming Mars, Interstellar Travel, Immortality, and Our Destiny Beyond Earth (2018)

The God Equation: The Quest for a Theory of Everything (2021)

Quantum Supremacy: How the Quantum Computer Revolution Will Change Everything (2024)

Each book is a small detonation in the brain. Kaku has this rare gift: he makes impossibly complex theories about the multiverse, wormholes, and AI feel like gripping thrillers. But at the core of it all whether he’s talking about bending space-time, merging consciousness with machines, or building Type I civilisations time is always present.

And that’s the paradox, isn’t it? Time is everywhere and nowhere. We live inside of it, but we can’t see it. It drives every second of our lives, yet we barely understand it. It’s ticking constantly whether we choose to notice or not.

Since that first encounter in 2007, I’ve noticed time shaping the very architecture of my thought. I overthink minutes, waste hours worrying about the past, and have endless philosophical arguments in my head about the future. I obsess over history, write about nostalgia, and collect clocks yes, literal clocks. I time my coffee breaks. I remember whole days in terms of the exact hour something happened. It’s borderline manic, I know. But at the same time, I wouldn’t trade this obsession for anything. It keeps me grounded, aware, awake.

We live in a culture that is increasingly casual about time wasting it on meaningless distractions, pretending we have infinite tomorrows. But time is the one currency we can’t counterfeit. And once you become aware of that really aware you start living with urgency. Purpose. Gratitude.

So, if you're like me slightly mad and deeply curious give Dr Michio Kaku’s works a read. Rewatch that 2007 BBC series if you can. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll understand why I’ve never been able to escape the ticking echo of that first documentary.

Time isn’t just a dimension. For some of us, it’s a religion.

[lappel-de-la-verite]

POST #003 — “WHERE THE COLORS LISTEN”

Footage captured via direct braindance logging. No overlays. No narrative prompts. Interpret as you see fit.

It wasn’t on any registry. No tag. No artist signature. No AR beacon. Just a wall—forgotten, humming faintly with smart-ink. It appeared overnight on the east edge of Heywood, along a collapsed rail spine. The locals call it the painting that listens.

I came expecting stunt marketing. Maybe a mood-linked ad prototype from someone hoping to impress Ziggurat. Instead, it was… quiet. Intentional.

At 01:12 in the BD, the pattern shifts. No prompt. No contact. Just presence. The mural responds—not with imagery, but with feeling. The ink pulls into slow-moving shapes, cool color washes, the outline of two figures. One walking away from the other. The second fading—blurring. It wasn’t a memory. Not exactly. But it was close enough to hurt.

At 02:03, the emotional spike hits. Subtle in the footage. Not in me.

I came back the next day. The mural had changed again—same medium, same silence. But the tone was different. Like it had listened. Like it had remembered.

Others who’ve stood in front of it report seeing different things. Personal things. It doesn’t speak. It doesn’t repeat. It reflects.

I’ve run scans. There’s no standard data stream. No outside projection. The ink carries trace biotech—barely legal, but not proprietary. I don’t know what this is. An art experiment? A psychological bleed? A memory siphon?

But it knows silence. And it knows what we leave behind.

[🔗 BD-Archive-003: “Where the Colors Listen”] (Viewer warning: Playback may evoke dormant emotional memories. Use grounding routines if necessary. Proceed solo.)

I tell the truth so no one can take it from me again. But sometimes, the truth is soft. And I miss it. I’m sorry, my muse.

[ablurredoutline]

Overwhelmed

I sit with the noise of the world,

A thousand foreign thoughts pressing in,

All of them sharp, some of them angry—

From my window, last year’s smoke still lingers,

A ghost of something lost,

A warning left unheard.

The streets are filled with fire again,

But now it’s ammunition,

Aimed at innocent passersby.

A rage too quiet to name,

Loud enough to break the skin.

Social media baits the fight,

Politics rise like smoke,

Filling the air,

Choking the hope out of the day.

There is no escape,

No place that feels safe.

The government speaks in promises that fade,

As if words could heal wounds

That have festered too long.

The money is gone.

The work is endless.

And still we wait,

Wait for something to give,

To prove we are not just—

The sum of our failures.

But the anger doesn’t go away.

It moves through the streets,

Through our walls,

In the silence between conversations.

We are all just waiting for the world to burn,

Hoping it will somehow

be resown—

or burn out,

never to return.

[fuckkklyfe]

Ive been enjoying the fact that this page turned from darkness to brightness. Not over night and thats reflected too.

I didnt expect to use this page much after Teto. I just needed somewhere to express my sadness that was figuratively for me only.

But it changed into so much more than that. I always thought to my self, "i only journal when im sad.. Ive never done it happy", as i would read old enteries.

This stayed consistant and stayed with me in happiness as well. It continues to do so. I enjoy coming back and reading the progress.

Im grateful today. For today. For Matthew. 💕

[mylifewitherick]

Fear

I was in a new place. So much had happened to me over the past few years; all I needed was a safe haven. I decided to accept an invitation from a friend—spending a few days in a house far from the urban noise, just me, my friend, and his family, who welcomed me with open arms. After a week there, I felt at peace. The days were short, the nights cold and long, but it was exactly what I needed. For the past seven days, I had followed the same comforting routine: waking up at 7 a.m., enjoying my coffee while admiring the garden, soaking up the morning sun by the pool, and spending the rest of the day going along with whatever plans Paul came up with.

But today, my routine was disrupted. While I was drinking my coffee, I saw a man entering the house through the garden. He didn’t look like an intruder—he walked with confidence, as if he knew exactly where to go to reach the main entrance. Paul quickly stepped out of the house, greeted the man warmly, and they began a lively conversation. From where I was, I couldn’t hear a word, but the way the man looked at me left me unsettled. It felt as though I were exposed to him—not physically, but emotionally, as if my very soul lay bare before his gaze. It seemed like he was peering straight into my thoughts. Though we hadn’t exchanged a single word, my heart pounded as if I’d just been startled.

Lost in my thoughts and transfixed by his gaze, I suddenly heard a distant voice calling my name. It was Paul, beckoning me to join them. My hands went cold, but I tried to hide my nervousness as I walked calmly toward them. As I approached, the man introduced himself as Erick. I replied, saying my name was Melissa. No sooner had I finished speaking than Paul resumed the conversation. Part of me was relieved, but another part felt even more anxious. Paul explained that Erick had come to invite us to a gathering they regularly held by the lake. Paul attended these gatherings often, and since I was staying with him, the invitation naturally extended to me. What other plans could I have? My attendance was inevitable, as my afternoons were completely subject to Paul’s plans.

I still couldn’t understand why this man, Erick, made me so nervous. It had been only ten minutes since I first saw him and just a few seconds since I learned his name. Yet he kept looking at me in that same unnerving way. After Paul finished speaking, I managed a small smile and replied with a polite “Yes, sir.” Then, I excused myself, saying I needed to change into something more appropriate for the occasion. Once in my room, I took a deep breath and sat on the bed. I couldn’t get his gaze out of my mind. My heart was still racing, and part of me felt afraid—all because of the intense gaze of a stranger who was as young as I was.

[elfuegointerior]

311224

Soñé que tenía un bigote y lo peinaba con gel. Pensaba en rasurarme el resto de la barba para que el bigote luciera más.

I dreamt I had a mustache and I was grooming it with gel. I was thinking about shaving off the rest of my beard to make the mustache stand out more.

Este sueño podría estar explorando cómo te percibes a ti mismo y cómo deseas presentarte ante los demás. El acto de peinar y considerar modificar tu apariencia podría reflejar preocupaciones sobre la autoimagen o el deseo de cambiar cómo te ven otros.

Soñé que estaba dentro de un mundo 3D de plataforma, similar a Mario 64. Trataba de subir por una rampa tan empinada que me dificultaba subirla porque me deslizaba. El mayor desafío no era solo que no podía subir fácilmente, sino que cada cierto tramo de la rampa había una planicie con varios enemigos que, en cuanto me veían, me perseguían, empujaban y me tiraban hasta abajo de nuevo. Para llegar aquí viajaba por varios lados de un mundo más grande.

I dreamt I was inside a 3D platform world like Mario 64. I was trying to climb a ramp so steep that it was difficult to ascend because I kept sliding down. The biggest challenge was not just that I couldn’t easily climb, but also that every so often on the ramp, there was a flat area with several enemies who would chase me, push me, and knock me back down as soon as they saw me. To get here, I traveled through various parts of a larger world.

Este sueño puede simbolizar los desafíos y obstáculos en tu vida, especialmente aquellos que se sienten cíclicos o repetitivos. El mundo de juego podría representar un entorno de vida o de trabajo en el que te enfrentas a desafíos constantes que requieren persistencia y estrategia para superar.

Soñé que estaba en una especie de "Juegos del Hambre" pero éramos cientos de personas sobre una especie de crucero flotante. Cuando aterrizábamos comenzaba la prueba, y todos comenzaban a correr y algunos ya directamente se atacaban. Al subir al crucero, entrábamos en fila, comenzando en una especie de puente que daba una curva ciega. Íbamos en fila y unas personas sacaban armas de fuego y disparaban a la gente que iba atrás. Saliendo del crucero, la gente corría por todos lados; unos no sabían qué hacer y otros directamente comenzaban a atacar. En cuanto salía, me daba cuenta de que una chica me había puesto una granada en los pantalones. La sacaba y la aventaba al suelo mientras yo ascendía volando en el aire. La granada caía al lado de una chica con síndrome de Down; la granada, como con inteligencia artificial, se subía por la pierna de la chica y se escondía en su ropa. Entonces ella comenzaba a hincharse, pero de repente yo ya estaba tan alto que la perdía de vista. Llegaba a un restaurante del crucero y de ahí caminaba por un pasillo y encontraba un cuarto que estaba medio escondido, y ahí dentro había cubículos. Me quedaba en uno de ellos y esperaba a que todo pasara desde ahí.

I dreamt I was in a kind of "Hunger Games" scenario, but there were hundreds of us on a kind of floating cruise ship. When we landed, the trial began, and everyone started running and some immediately began attacking each other. As we boarded the cruise ship, we lined up, starting on a kind of bridge that made a blind curve. People were firing guns at those behind them in line. Once off the ship, people were scattered everywhere; some were confused and others began attacking directly. As I left, I realized a girl had placed a grenade in my pants. I threw it to the ground as I started flying up into the air. The grenade fell next to a girl with Down syndrome; like with artificial intelligence, the grenade climbed up her leg and hid in her clothes. She began to swell up, but suddenly I was so high up that I lost sight of her. I reached a restaurant on the cruise ship, then walked down a corridor and found a somewhat hidden room with cubicles. I stayed in one of them, waiting for everything to pass from there.

Este sueño puede reflejar una sensación de caos y conflicto extremo, posiblemente relacionado con sentimientos de ansiedad o temor ante situaciones de la vida que sientes están fuera de tu control. El acto de volar podría simbolizar un deseo de escapar o distanciarte de problemas o conflictos difíciles. La situación final en el cubículo sugiere una búsqueda de seguridad y aislamiento en momentos de incertidumbre.

[morganalem]

Não são as coisas que nos acontecem que nos perturbam, mas a forma como reagimos a elas. (It is not the things that happen to us that disturb us, but the way we react to them.)

[allaboutyoupostnthings]

What Your Refrigerator Says About You

I have been looking at my refrigerator lately. I see the many items on it and think about other refrigerators that I have seen in houses. I have pictures and all sorts of items on mine. I find a refrigerators to be a reflection of one’s life and those around them. Just curious. What’s on yours? Here’s mine. In my pictures that I post I like to be careful of identifying family. I have a few who…

[demimusic]

FeelYourself #18 - Exploring the Impact of Fathers on Our Lives

FeelYourself #18Download My Feelings Tonight, I played with the theme of a father’s role in our lives. In the beginning, I sought the right sound to match my feelings of pride and gratitude toward my father. The second part took on a more melancholic tone, as I imagined what it would feel like to lose him. But by the end, I returned to a positive, uplifting space, both in my soul and in the…

[hunter-arceneaux-blog]

I’m excited to share another poem from my debut collection, Lost in the Silence. This book dives into the experiences of the deaf community, capturing both the beauty and the struggles we often encounter.

[ceejaylove88]

I love that I am willing to let go of everything, everyone, and every idea, belief, or habit that does serve my highest and greatest good.💫

I love that I am no longer willing to allow people to half love me. I require reciprocity, integrity, respect, consideration, and accountability.✨️

I deserve ALL good.

•AND•

ALL roads lead to success, growth, healing, AS WELL AS, productivity, progress, positivity, prosperity, and peace.💫

#issawrap: Spinach Wrap topped with spring mix, rice noodles, and blasian slaw of cucumber, cilantro, carrot, cherry tomato, and dressing.🍽🥗🌯

[kismetkween]

It was a queer, sultry, summer. The summer they read 'Bell Jar'

5-3-2024 10:00 pm    Handwritten on 11 post-its last night after reading to Kurt, I was very ticky yesterday, pretty manic but not in a volatile or destructive way, not in a dissociative kind of way. More energetic, unfocused, euphoric, creative kind of way. I was really embarrassed and tried to balance suggesting we call it a night on the account of my issues, but not making him feel as though…