Notebook 1
Quiet reflections on word collisions that spark new thoughts, shift perspectives, and open creative doors through language.
A few pens parched by long disuse
Imagine your favorite pens sitting quietly in a drawer. Days turn into months. The ink inside slowly dries. The pens wait, silently thirsty, for your hand to reach for them again. This isn’t just about pens. It’s about the parts of ourselves that sit untouched when life pulls us away. But even parched pens can write again. Sometimes all it takes is one stroke to bring the ink back to life.
A dead leaf might as reasonably demand to return to the tree
We all feel the pull to return — to younger years, past roles, former versions of ourselves. But like the leaf, what has fallen belongs to where we’ve come from, not where we’re going. True strength comes in honoring the season we’re in, standing fully in today’s moment, and growing from here. Life moves forward. So should we.
Abstemious diet
There’s a certain strength in choosing less. Not out of deprivation, but out of clarity. An abstemious diet isn’t punishment—it’s a quiet decision to nourish the body without excess, to find energy without indulgence. In a world of constant surplus, sometimes restraint becomes its own quiet luxury.
This simple word combo shifted something for me personally. It was the spark that led me toward intermittent fasting—a small but powerful protocol that continues to shape my energy, balance, and health. Sometimes, a single phrase can quietly reset how we live.
A mighty wind, like a leviathan, plowed the brine
Life sends forces that feel vast, like a Leviathan cutting through the sea — unstoppable, towering, beyond our control. But courage isn’t about defeating such waves; it’s about learning to stand steady, to move with the current, and to let even the strongest winds carry us forward. Mastery comes not by resisting the Leviathan, but by understanding its rhythm.
A heart from which noble sentiments sprang like sparks from an anvil
Picture an anvil glowing under a blacksmith’s hammer — heat rising, sparks bursting in every direction. Some hearts feel like this. They take the pressures of life, the blows and the fire, and turn them into flashes of courage, kindness, and conviction. What looks like a struggle becomes a forge. That’s how heroes are born — because a hero holds the strength of two, and their secret power is always love.
