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“Questions to Silence”

There is no answer to the question

to everything we ask.

Sometimes it just watches us

as we walk.

We are born without understanding time,

we grow up searching for meaning,

and a description of the day

what life is, is a given.

We run after dreams,

names, things, places,

but the soul in its essence

only wants peace.

We learn too late

that time doesn't go back,

that what wasn't said

has no meaning.

And then we understand

something both simple and profound at the same time:

life isn't about having everything,

but about learning to be.

To be light when there is shadow,

to be calm when there is pain,

to be truth within oneself

even if the heart trembles.

Because at the end of the road,

when the noise fades away too,

only the question will remain:

Did you truly live it… or just pass through? 🌌