@Eunoia

@Eunoia 25 July 2022

Guys, my voice is out there to hear, lol. My first Podcast was published to 3speak.tv You can visit me here: https://peakd.com/hive-181335/@eunoia101/zeuxmsvc 🥰

@Eunoia 24 July 2022

Having People as a Connection is Bad? Let's break this thing up; having a connection awful? That's the question most of us think about. Do we need to question whether people gained something because of connections? I don't think so, and there is something in the connection we might not fully understand. I have connections, and that was because of my efforts. I knew some because that has already been for a long time; it's not known. So better if from now on you must think about having people that will back you up, don't be jealous of people who have connections but be one of them; that's a reality of life. https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1521791136064-7986c2920216?ixlib=rb-1.2.1&ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxzZWFyY2h8MTJ8fGNvbm5lY3Rpb258ZW58MHx8MHx8&auto=format&fit=crop&w=500&q=60 *Image source:* *Unsplash.com* https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1521791136064-7986c2920216?ixlib=rb-1.2.1&ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxzZWFyY2h8MTJ8fGNvbm5lY3Rpb258ZW58MHx8MHx8&auto=format&fit=crop&w=500&q=60 I bet you knew what happened. I used one of the forbidden cards. **"The power of connection"** was, of course, talking to people also needs to be responsible no matter the issue is. You must also consider the people if this will be his benefit or his downfall. Connections with people are required to be in a responsible way. Like it would be best if you also kept their names clean no matter what; for being with them might be an advantage but also not on their side. I was trained by one of my mentors in college. I had this professor who was like an older brother to me. He was part of my life for every time we talked after school or on weekends, there was always something that would pop into his mind and share it with me; especially when I am the fourth year, he was the one who prepared me to take the license exams, like he will explain things about do and don't, and everything that he will feel like will help me in my future. Of the Proverb he said is that "Connections wasn't bad." He said I must be friendly, especially to people with whom I will share things. I get his point. Your classmate alone could be your connections. One day no one knew what was the future as he said; that person whom you think slow and whom you bullied; you don't know what will be the part of him in his career. It's either your friend or competition. Life is unpredictable, as he said. That comes to my mind; I don't know but naturally inserted in my mind that I will be respectful of those professionals. If they were and Doctor called him 'doc' if she was teacher call him 'ma'am' or 'sir.' That's happened if they were maiden and in professional looking called "Ms.". This is the best thing for they won't easily forget you if you act professionals. One that supports us is the landlord of our dormitory, we were all male, and we can't change that. We could argue about loud noises and some things that are issues inside the dormitory. One thing the landlord explains is that we are all brothers in one house; we must look for each other. He also wanted not to cut our connections with each other, so when things come out and we need someone, especially in our career soon. Please help each other, as he said. Connections weren't bad, but they abused them. Some people don't think that connections will make them wrong. This happened as it made the image of having a relationship unpleasant. Because they were part of his family because he was a friend, he tolerated the actions of those people, like ignoring the most qualified over the unqualified relative. This person ruined the good name of connections or the brotherhoods. This is also understanding thought about fraternities and sororities. As you are still young, I suggest building your connections, because we don't know what will happen. It was still "Survival" where we didn't care about other people. We must bring ourselves before others; that comes to the point where we need backup support from a collection. I don't see the connection as a lousy image; instead, I see it as an advantage. Also, it was the nature of professionals to be friended with those with whom they could also gain an advantage of themselves sooner or later. What was your thought about connections? Do you see it good or not? Some people might have bad things about it because people misused those connections. Think carefully. For now, be friendly to those you think become part of your connections. Happy Sunday, everyone.

@Eunoia 21 July 2022

Choosing Between Two: Is Hard Decision. In life, there will always be a moment where we need to choose between A and B; somehow, we want more of those choices. Better if the given was least three, A B and C so if I choose one and I am wrong, still a soft feeling inside, but when only two was presented, and I prefer the one there were regret feelings. If I am capable, I will indeed choose all the given things. I wanted all chosen to favor me, but the reality is that. That's wont happened, when they said to choose one, only one. https://unsplash.com/photos/u0vgcIOQG08 It created that there was always opposition, the right, and wrong, the black, and white. Everything there was given a choice in specific categories. It's hard to favorites, so people blend it instead of white or black. They will integrate the two things. How beautiful was that? All my life, one that I wished to have powers is that all my chosen things are correct. Imagine a boy in exams; one that he wanted to is that the answer he picks is the correct answer, a perfect answer. Where if I choose the "B," certainly the answer will be the letter of my choice; even if I don't think much about what I have chosen will correct; how awesome was that? But in reality, it speaks about things that won't happen. It will be right if I will think twice or more. Even decisions if life, I was caged in my chosen fields. Where should I get that or not? Buy or not? Like again what if what we like to buy and select will bring in an instant. Like a rich guy who never thinks of choosing the A and B, just but the instead. Power is the one to obtain such things. If you had the power, all the items would be gets into you. All your wishes will come not minding the other choices. Some people will choose between love and career. Not just in fiction stories, but I also met different people who choices the career over love. Why? Sometimes practicality leads them to that choices. I am lucky to open inside my head that the future is not all about love; the end is about investment. I will be honest that I am not the typical man where when I choose between love or a career, I will choose a career. I have been in poverty, and in reality, love alone can't make you survive. Choosing between the two is much more likely to happen as the option is unbeatable. Like the stories of the blue and red pill, you will choose between the two. You can see them both. It is also incorporated in choosing your partners. You can't select both; if you two female or male you loved, you shall only have one to marry, well exempted if what is the culture you have. Like you were in the column where you must choose between the two, the woman you loved and the woman who loves you. Whom you will choose. In that extra, I will choose whom I love. Why? Well, that was me. Two different options, one is the best, and the other one will be let run, hard isn't it? Given this idea that we could have one decision in two options. How to decide what to choose? ****Look to the future****. Agree with me if you are futuristic; the past is the past, and we need to consider what will be the following things to happen. We shall be looking at the future; choosing between the two must know who will give you benefits instead. ****Look at the past****. Past is the history of failure or success. In choosing, you must learn to think of those that happened in the past, learn from the stigmas' and recollect those failures as a receipt. Think a hundred times when it marks a loss from the past, not the feeling returns. ****Enjoy the present****. It's just said that whatever the decision you made. A or B what shall we do is to enjoy, don't over think if we choose the right one or not. Sometimes other people will say that you chose the wrong one. In the first place, you pointed it out because you knew there was something in there. We were stocked in that position, and I guessed all of us could have that feeling, not just me. Choosing is a virtue of good decisions; thinking is the way we must collect the past and the future. History for yourself and others will help in deciding. What you choose is the best; we must embrace and defend that you are right. Thanks for reading…

@Eunoia 19 July 2022

One Drama a Day Keeps The Writer Blocked Away. One that saves us from writer's block is the drama of life. Sometimes our own otherwise, it's the drama of others. One thing is for sure; it helps us. It makes us think and allows us to do composed more as we get stimulation for this. A dramatic life that is normal in life becomes one of the grounds why we write, agree, or not?. https://unsplash.com/photos/hFTcxZFsG6g Drama in life, that's okay. It happens to all of us, but we are different from others. We made this drama into a logbook by showing others the words of the work. Honestly, like every other, being committed to being active in two is something that bolsters my mind. I also like not to cross-post because I wanted to feed my inner talent in writing to write twice a day, or more if I could. Because soon enough, I will also face some career. While I don't want to choose or neglect one, writing has been part of me; although I am honest that I do for some earn, the satisfaction inside after I created my article and blog is something. Like achievements, which I am proud of that I got that. One that led me to write an article here is the drama of life. Looking at others and myself, sometimes comparing it and others alternate it. What happened if I were on that side, or what happened if they were those questions inside my mind. The drama happened today, July 19, 2022? One friend called in messenger. But there was something, this friend of mine is at work, then he shared a photo that shows a four bottle of mild alcohol drink, I laughed for I know he was at work and drinking is illegal when he was in the field of office. He said to have some fun, and I thought he was not on alcohol now. I don't know this man. Personally, just that random we chatted in messenger for years currently, nothing special, just random strangers who said hi and became a friend. I keep those people, especially years of even we don't know yet in person. Things happened next when he shared a photo where he was wasted; the trill is that he was in the office. As typical, I cursed, and profanity laid him back, but just laughter. He said now he can't focus at work, the reason why he drunk is to be awake for they were rushing papers, but ended again a messed. He called me instead, like a brother who called each other. I could see that he was wasted looking at his eyes and the ways he moved. Yet he still could his papers. This is the kind of drama I encountered in my daily life, not just me but some people whom I talked to virtually happened to have a life that is different from mine; some are richer and others poorer than me, but the standard doesn't defend to that. I liked to investigate to there life and experience, the drama for the record. This has also happened to how I liked to read others' articles that say so much drama in their life; I learn from that honestly, simple living like me and the elegant way. That happened when the drama of others seemed interesting. Family problems, work issues, and love quarrels were daily drama. Others are obvious, and some are hidden. And that way, we think of a topic. I sometimes get where some writer's issue is all about hatred and anger, others feeling loved and thankful, some exciting and memorable for that happened as the drama in their day. We bring those dramas in the same as it was or alternate them so the negatives will fly away. When we think of inspiration and we are emotional, somehow we encounter being blank, and we find our writing is blocked; sometimes, the way to ignore this blankness is to embrace the drama of our life, think to alternate the moment, or rewrite the same thing happened. Happy or sad, like a diary of life in an article. This is happening to me right now, looking at the drama of my life and others to save me from the mental blank. As I said, I wanted to be more active on both writing platforms; writing twice a day every day seems impossible at first, but I am trying to, and soon enough becomes normal. One that will surely help me is drama, your life or mine. From that, I learn from others and reminisce about mine. Failure and success both are subject to drama. And will help to unblock the writer's blankness. How about you? Does your day-to-day drama help you to formulate a topic? Did I use yes, for I also read yours? How about others' drama? Does it motivate or inspire you? I used yes, for I do the same. Like the drama of writing into In pronto style like I do today, and will again the next day. Thanks for reading…

@Eunoia 18 July 2022

Late Night Talked About Depression Gone Wrong. Last night July 17, 2022. It's already 18 since that happened at midnight. Someone chatted with me in messenger; the conversation started with **'why are you still awake?'** I looked at who message me. It was an old friend of mine. I replied, **'How to sleep?'** she laughed and said, **'I am two days now having no sleep,'** which exhaled she was under problem pressure. I reacted sad emoji, and she told me things I didn't know, but it went wrong; instead of comforting her, I confessed the same things I had before. Where no one knew about it, I am brave enough to tell her that I also had anxieties or depression back then. Self is what I have, so I kept this within me for a long time. https://unsplash.com/photos/6x2iKGi6SPU No one knew but myself; I felt the symptom, yet I pretended it wasn't. I read an article back then about how to look if I am a depressed person. And the symptoms are similar. They have added that I am pressured. What happened is that I kept things inside until now. No one knew. My family, my friends, and now only one knew about my stories and what happened to me, my old friends, and my ex-girlfriend. Judge me to talk about my ex again and again, well better than I will be a hypocrite to tell you that I am not talking to her anymore, even though I promised to take a step away from her. But things happened, and again we talked about the past. But maturely, we didn't argue about what happened, but I told her my side of the story she might not know until I confessed. We were together back then, and I discovered myself in chains of something. I don't know what that feeling was at first. But I felt worthless inside like I am nothing. Suddenly I was blank. I am tired of everything; I added that she was immature before. A simple way of understanding happened to become a huge mess. I cried a lot before that and am in charge of something. After the nightmare that happened to me (**Nightmare Gives You Dream That Close To Reality.- I chose not to sleep**) and TP tells me to open up things, that is what I did. I gave her everything. https://read.cash/@Eunoia/nightmare-gives-you-dream-that-close-to-reality-i-chose-not-to-sleep-fbdd7cae Why did no one asks or force me to answer the question 'why did I quit my job'? It was high-paying, and the supervisor's name was magnificent; I worked in a field of interest. But that's where I saw hell. I have a terrible experience in that work, its a hell. I do work where I cant take inside what was the thing I saw. It's a dirty job for me; that was the past. No one asked me before what happened because that was the start of the pandemic in march 2020. All my excuses had been shielded with a reason because it was a pandemic and I am afraid of the virus, that way my parent never asked anything; comfort for me for I don't need to explain things to them. But the real thing is that there are more different things besides the virus that I quit. It's because I am depressed and had anxiety. I thought opening the things would make me weak. I don't want to hear that I am overreacting. But the night I am alone, things are always something weird. Added that she was making me uncomfortable. I tell her I have no time for her but time was a lie. I had the whole time talking to her, but I was drowned. I found myself looking in the faraway fields. I can't explain, but I have to cry; this is not who I am. This is not what I liked. Those things are hell. You guys don't even think this way. Maybe, that's why I wrote stories where bad is ending. All fiction is about sadness, grift, and loss. Where I found myself in the field, and I do write those things out. I don't know why I am telling this now; maybe I wanted to be freed from everything from the past. Because it's a ghost on me. I still dream about what happened from the hell I am mentioning. I might look fine, but something is wrong. The message I told her about is that. I can't be the one who will motivate or comfort you in such anxiety, whether I am longing for someone for me to talk to or someone who could provide words. Also, I confessed that I got the karma of giving her a hard time; I knew I was also the reason for her anxiety, and maybe that's why I could not leave her. Also, I confessed that I am not in a relationship yet because I have the trauma of having a serious relationship. You might look at me as if I am fine, but the real thing since 2019 until now, I have been in battle, silently dwelling in such anxiety. And that was one of my actual stories.

@Eunoia 17 July 2022

The Gossip Chamber: Talking to virtual Mariteses 8:00 PM July 17, 2022. They said we could meet different people in our life; some of them will be gone for a short time; others will be stays in the long run. They said you would meet someone that will teach you a lesson or you will be the one that will prepare them. They said that when you meet those people, things will come smoothly and likely become the best part. Meeting people is one of the best things to happen; now, we are primarily in digitals where we still become connected with friends. I met people online, and some of them seem promising. We talked about life, shared dash, the ups and downs, and everything. Just that it's more comfortable to open up with people you don't know; besides, even if they judge, who cares?. I have talked with my virtual friend about blogging for quite an average period. We shared daily runt, laughed, and cried with each other. I told @DennMarc that I will be writing in pronto today, as the rest period is somehow absent if we were in the fields of writing, where when thoughts come, we need to cage them in the article; where the ideas just op write it down until you made something. That's happened at this moment. I met different people here, precisely like in the outside world. From a simple 'hi' and 'hello' in noise. cash I gained friends, @Lhes, for example. I met her in the noise. cash before my journey starts in blogging. We casually replied to each other in some random small post; then comes in the way we found each other again in writing and blogging. Like a small world where we find someone from a different area and climate, we become friends. I opened up things to her, and she did the same. She comforts me, and that is what I will never forget. A lot of people whom I just met virtually, yet now part of my life for years. What with the Marites? Marites are slam words for gossipers, where people talk about other life of people. A judgemental community where they will react to everything you will do and wears. But nowadays, it quickly becomes an everyday word. even a superficial chit-chat is now called having a Marites party. Becomes part of daily life. It is a lousy figure for people yet becomes normal. Honestly, labeling and naming people 'Marites' is absurd; maybe people with the same name in real life can even question people. They hold the character; some are bullied because they were named Marites. Imagine that. I also met someone who hated his name; what about those Marites that just a simple joke becomes a curse in their life?. The new generation of Maritesses. Nowadays, casual talking or chatting is not called Marites; becomes normal in today's generation. New generations where having Marites somehow meant having fun. This happens to the discord server created by @Jane where we shared information about the other side and insides. It started this day, July 17, 2022. We were talking about things and the norms of life. Marites is now a new meaning as having a good time; where when you felt sad or down. Talk to people virtually; ask what happened and how about life—all the possible things to question. Marites talking is now a regular habit. I am indeed guilty with this one; I always check messages on Telegram, Facebook Messengers, and now Discords daily. Like I feared missing out on something in the community, I feared that I would be late for news or not have any coming idea of what the thread was. It becomes a routine habit where sometimes I find it as inspiration, like what I am writing today. I found it as a hobby to talk to people. Asked things, and sometimes I learn new things every day by becoming Marites. The gossip chamber. *A new place like home, a new den as we lour—the place of fun, the gossip chamber.* Mostly we talked not only about life, but all the possibilities that we could do in trading and writing, tips and help for some information we still found confusing, and how we often looked each other back for help. That's the new generation of Marites talking; enjoying life as we joke and have fun; in return, we learn new things, get ideas, and have friends to lean on.  I have fun writing this one; I don't have a topic, just an in pronto style where I will add things that just come inside my head. I planned to rest on Sunday in writing, but sudden motivation came and wanted me t write, so I gave it a try, and here I am; thanks for reading...

@Eunoia 15 July 2022

Nightmare Gives You Dream That Close To Reality.- I chose not to sleep This happened to me the other day; I chose to stay awake for good. I don't want to come back sleeping, thinking the strange dreams will repeat and come back from me. This just happened after so much sleep; this one triggered me in a way where I questioned many things again. Does the paranormal make sense this time? I don't know. Days had passed, and I can't forget that Ms. @Lhes confessed her dreams or paranormal experience in the telegram group chat we belong to, where she said it's like reality. I even joked to her that maybe the doll she was strangely holding was the one that caused her nightmares, and she said it was not. But that's also happened to me, a strange dream that comes from nowhere. I don't know how to describe it, but I always tried to reminisce about the plan, something I could learn from. In that dream, I was sleeping. That is so peaceful; then comes a voice. It was not that loud at first but was louder and more precise. The voice of the demon, I heard it. I never got afraid in that dream; I pretended like I didn't hear anything. But the weird thing is that I could not move my body; I was stuck. It's like I was frozen; my body is at rest. The same voice is talking, like the tune of someone who tried to tease me. Someone that wanted to provoke my inner self. In that dream, I was holding my phone; I should call for help, I said. Sudden thought comes to my mind to sing. "Shine Jesus shine, shine on me," that triggered. Like a fiction drama, I suddenly got up from a dream, and my eyes were opened. The bizarre thing is that the position of my body and my hand holding a phone in my dreams was similar. I immediately turned on the lights and sat on my bed. What was that? It's not a dream; it's like a real thing. A strange one, what would happen if I wasn't woken up from that distress? I went to the kitchen and drank some water to refresh. Then I chatted with TP in the discord; I knew he was still awake because he mentioned he was on night shift. I shared what was happened. He asked, and I replied; he said I must pray, and I did. He was an intelligent guy; he asked if I had a problem that must be better to open. That's the time I become silent. I have been running things here that I have these issues, yet I don't want to share with others. Is that what happened? Or am I too stressed these past few days? Or a demonic act visited me and gave me a dream. Well, one thing is for sure, the mind gives that to us. Mind is so powerful that we think it might give you something from false to natural feeling. A villain that will turn imaginations to reality, that's happened when we are stressed. Add the tensions of being so much in terms of fiction. I do imagine a lot; I think outside the box, as they say; I overflowed my mind. They said our brains are most likely actively functioning when we are dreaming. I also experience a whole week without experiencing a dream, also sometimes a week of a line of dreaming. This has happened maybe in a period, a happy plan. The awkward thing is that sometimes I dream about what stories I write, it seems like my mind is so much power and blessing, but in another way, he was terrible. As mammas boy, I told her about this; and she again looked worried. She said I must open the light every night so I won't have that dreams again, or maybe I am overacted. The following night, things were still every day; no nightmares happened. Sometimes we have this kind of dream where it is like being beaten. In a real scenario where we felt fear and fate, is the brain the culprit or the spirits?. Praying helps no doubt, yet I am the honest guy that I am not that too religious. What happened that night is still a mystery for me to solve, a part of phycology or supernatural. Both, I supposed. Dreaming is divine; dreaming is part of life. But sometimes, dreaming is something hunting us from what we feed with our brains. To open up my issues is still something that is hanging; honestly, maybe I will choose to endure the nightmares than open up. Don't worry; I could hang on to that; still, I am not yet ready, but maybe next time. If you have the same dreams as me? What happened, and what do?. Thanks for reading….

@Eunoia 14 July 2022

7th Days at PeakD: My Small Achievements. Last July 07, 2022, I created my account on the other side, and upon the adventure started; I planned that I will create an article upon reaching my first week; whatever happened and the result of my stay, negative or positive; I will be writing them up in an article where I knew someday, I will be taken look upon. And now July 14, 2022, the day I wrote these letters; I reach another milestone. I survived the platform for a week now. But what are my little achievements? **First of all, I am a week old now that’s an achievement.** There was no competition, but the real battle is how we survived in days or weeks; who will stay and who will go; there was no smartest of all, but the real challenge is; how we make our blog more creative. You must find a way. In a week of stays I leaner a lot especially when we dive into webinars; things are untold and more ideas and strategy comes into my mind. What to do and what things to prevent. I learned more things as I stays for a week on the other side. What are my achievements? Big or small still an achievement and soon I will be happy to look back on what was that; ****I PUBLISHED MY FIRST ARTICLE****. This is the first one, I introduced myself in a community where users are so much warming up to welcome both newcomers and divers. ****I GOT 70HP DELEGATIONS******.** This is the one that I am thankful for, some users need to pay money to gain HP and others need to buy in the market, I got mine in people who are willing to help, thank you guys, I might not mention you here, but I am forever thankful in the future. ****I PUBLISHED SEVEN BLOGS****. Introductory post, one 50 words challenge and next are my blog as farmer eunoia101. Daily habit that honestly dwelled for I also have read.cash, I want to be active in both. Where I could still write another blog and another article, on daily basis. ****I HAVE 42 FOLLOWERS AND 76 FOLLOWING****. Most of my followers are also in here; but when I see in my notification that there was someone whom I don’t know followed, I was so happy. In terms of my activeness of course as a newbie, a single RC is a huge look. I also need to control myself. In reply to a comment alone, it took 0.5% each as I look closely at the numbers. I do write my article on a normal basis like I do every day, just that I need to double up the allotted time. I need to think about this and the other one. Also, I have achievements that I can’t believe happened during the first week of my stay. ·***I BECOME A MEMBER OF HAYAHAY***. This is given to the users whom they vote in initiation in Discord channel, they will mention their name and look if who will react Like and Dislike. I curiously look at my name in the initiation maybe they delete it after the welcoming. ***I GOT A BADGE AS A MEMBER OF HIVEPH***. This just happened this morning when my name was again mentioned and given my first badge of membership this morning when my name was again mentioned and given my badge. I do admire those users whom I see have this badge in the profile, I just not expecting that I will have mine in a short span. I thought it to take me more months or years to be rewarded with a badge that will say I am a legit member or contributor in that community. ***I LEVEL UP TO 56.*** The first day I created my account it was just 25, now that I am a week old it becomes 56. ***I RECEIVED MY FIRST REWARD***. My first article was ripened and now harvested. ***I RECEIVED 1000 UPVOTES.*** These are the highlights; imagine there were a thousand likes on my blog for my first week, this is the most I treasure of all when people appreciate your works. That will surely make me to inspired more. What was the secret? Some might ask, what was it? I will tell you guys what I think it is. My secret is my dedication. I want to create an effort where I will push myself to the fullest. I am not in writing before but as the days passed I began to embrace my talent. I am not talented or well displayed but I do my best. I interact as much as possible and learn things from people inside and outside. These might be small achievements but I wanted to list them in my daily thought; not to brag or something but at least to inspire myself a little for the next month long to come thanks for reading.

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@Eunoia 13 July 2022

Writing is easy; thinking is hard. Writing is easy, thinking is hard. I self disagreed when people say it's hard to write an article; actually, it's easy, you just type and press the words where the plot of your hand points. But the thing I agreed with and testify is that thinking is hard. It consumes us whole; sometimes we overthink so much adding in the negatives; until one second, there was no written event draft. **The challenge is; how to think about what to write.** https://unsplash.com/photos/KQ0C6WtEGlo I think I am forcing my mind too much; I said those lines this morning as I woke it up with something wrong in my bare feelings. Something is weird; I felt the dizziness and strangeness inside my head. I felt the symptom last night; I never ignored it. I closed my writing podium and low the lights of my cellular phone, I also planned to sleep early around 9 PM but still my head cant cooperate. I limit my eyes to strange light still. One reason might be that during the week of Hive; setting an account and learning things occurred so I might be over in due. Another is that a week was a line for me to not take multivitamins; I consumed them only twice a week per month. I don’t want to swallow my vitamins all in 30 days, I am taking also rest. Also, I am protecting my lungs and liver so taking pills also moderation. But I skip for today; I took my pills after my dinner. Then I felt comfort at least, I tried to write an article, yet I had no concrete topic, but I m bitter in thinking. In my first year of writing, I thought writing is hard. Then comes my second year it all changes. It's not true that writing is difficult, yet thinking it is. Following the thought of floe topics, learning things, and formulating agenda in your writing. Topics are the ones that are hard to befriend. Especially since I am not yet fully dimensional in making things like this even though I am in the era for years now. I could write the whole day, just that someone might think about what I will write. Like one is dictating what to write. And how I will do that. Happened in virtual where I imagine that my inner self is talking to me as I write this about what things he said. And happening at the moment, I am imagining that I had a companion where he is verbally dictating the words I wanted to express. Why it's hard to think? The question is actually connected to another question “why its hard to be humans”, why do we need to think? Do we force ourselves to think? Actually, sometimes it's easier to think when we don’t force it; it comes naturally and just flows in the way where it happened on basis of its life. Maybe it's hard to think because we were uncomfortable, even if we force our minds we can never function the way we desired. And yeah maybe I am in discomfort as my head feels like spinning, the dizziness also affects my stomach as it was some strange things that need to come out (You know what I meant). Discomfort and overthinking, when these two-piece are joined together your mind will collapse. You can't even spell words and joined them both in a sentence. It's hard to imagine that we had no way out when it feels like it is so much hard to write. How to think comfortably? Sometimes we need to listen to our body, not just the mind working. Minds get tired when our stomach had nothing to digest; the mind explodes when our eyes were forced to stay awake, and the mind overkilled itself when we were sitting and doing things in all positions; where we will be in discomfort. Sometimes we must look at the sign itself, we just heard the signals of our bodies. The growling feeling of our stomach signaled to eat; the eyes that feel goes to down; we must rest. Writing is easy when we think so right, when we had something in mind we shall fast things out in typing so the thoughts will go in the flow; sometimes we just ignored things. For us to focus but there was something in return. A week of making my account on the other side gives me discomfort; as I skip things out. Well, that’s happened often time, I said I need to focus things out. Even my mother observed that I doubled the time I looked on my laptop screen; she is also strict when it comes to my eyes, she always tells me to rest a little bit. As I went into the world of writing, do we need to force our minds to think? Or do we need to look out for things for us to have focused on? Sometimes there was a difference in focus and force. Thanks for reading…

@Eunoia 11 July 2022

Is it okay to talk with EX about moving on? One of the filtered thoughts most of my friends is that; **Ex is ex, avoid conversation or anything that will remind you about her trace.** I get that; I nod, for that was maybe from their past relations. But for me, I disagreed with that. Avoiding her or your ex doesn't make sense; **what if every time you will see each other? Shall you hide every time?** Sunday night (July 10, 2022), one of my past chatted me through the messenger social media. Of curse, it's just a casual 'hello' and how was life going on. Having a good relationship with my ex-girlfriend is a blessing because I don't want to lose a friend, yet I know the boundaries between us two. The chat will never be like the past, and of course, respecting her as part of the job since our first day was genuine. It's just that kind of mutual understanding that we split in the way of peace, not with fights of matter of cheating and anything terrible. The story is that we don't find ourselves in the availability of time, we both struggle in a career as a fresh graduate in University, and cooling time leads to something that we both agreed to be free from so much stress. One day she chatted to me again, asking things like usual done by a friend. And she told me she was with somebody else. Honestly, I faked out, 'ow I am proud of you; sometimes found worthy of your love' that I respect them and I am on their side, not the villains or anything like that. Things become weirder and weirder when she's saying something I tried not to understand, for I don't want to interfere any more with them. Even though she chatted and I saw the moment, **I will reply after an hour, just that I am not too interacting and making myself available**. I am men too, and if I am the boyfriend and I could see a message of my girlfriend talking to her ex is something that will black me out. Also, I am afraid that she will be hurt if ever the boyfriend finds out; I never hurt her physically or emotionally? Yes, I did. Back to the main story, I was shocked about her message asking, "How to move on." Honestly, I was puzzled at the moment. Is she referring to how to move on from me or somebody else? Or is she asking how I moved on? I am a bit pressured to ask things about things from her. But how do I move on? I don't remember how; it's just that one day I woke up with a light feeling, but that did not happen in a single day or weeks; it took me months after she said she was with somebody else. I just did it to distract myself, never ignoring them or reacting to their social media post; it helped me finally break the chains. I said, **'you don't need to move on by forcing yourself,'** which happened. It's getting more cloudy and black when we are forced to move on, not just in any failed relationship but also in careers and studies. We question ourselves, our worth, and anything related to the issues within our darkness. I admit that I was hurt seeing those posts of them in the first and second months, but I don't block or ignore them. We were in the same field of career; somehow, we would meet no matter what shortly; it's much more awkward if I missed her or them for the rest of my life; also, I wanted some peace of mind and energy that had never been exposed to hatred and injustice. Or maybe because men can hide things more than females in deeper feelings. We could hide that we never get hurt even if we are in pain and panicked, so we can't look awkward; well, it's not in gender stereotypes but self-thinking. For those coping up or moving on from something, I suggest you don't force yourself; healing happens as time goes on, and never skip the process. Thanks for reading...

@Eunoia 10 July 2022

Things that I realized after the Hive-OCD July 2022. From what happened last night (July 06, 2022), it feels like it happened as a call again. I do not rush things and don't mind being the first or the last. I always want to enter a sphere where I won't be stressed or distressed for diving into the things I don't know. Reminiscent like before I started my journey in noise.cash where I was so happy at the upvote of $0.01 that's counted as 0.50 Pesos, and it's free from effort in posting blogs. Until one time, I wrote the read.cash in the search bar and directly signed and set up my account. When I am alone, I don't have anyone yet to ask things; it's like I have entered a planet where I don't know what the rules are, what the thing needed to be done, and what I should do next. One thing that I realized is that; **I signed up for my account at the right time.** Where there will be people to help me. One is @tpkidkai who did the best to assist newbies; the second is the webinar that started at 7:05 and lasted until 10:02 PM, from listening to them looking at the screens and reading the pointers. They will likely give you the necessary idea, experience, and motivation. Imagine you went to the place and didn't know what to do is stressful. Also, I planned for things to happen. After I set up my accounts and wrote my introduction, I looked around and tried to be curious. ***I know there will be times when I will be alone in my journey, not every time I can receive help; also, I need to help myself.*** I wrote some pointers in my 500 pages record book, where I usually am banking the new ideas I learn and future topics I want to write about in blogging. Hive gives you the freedom to do what you love. In words alone, it will feel like a new home to stay in. A new way where I could express and run things. Like the original home, I stayed in for years where I loved to run and describe things. Freedom to choose what to write, post where I want, and even have the time to publish in the minutes I want. I was shocked that NSFW also had a community in it (I shall look at it, lol). Well, just part of curiosity, I guess, lol. Free speech and transparency. Also, like freedom, it was transparent where it would bank forever in chains. As they said, the space to write also has responsibility needed to be done. Carefully give information where you were not ready to show up, for it will stay in the long run or forever in blockchains. Post things that you loved and wanted but make sure that other censored information, especially other people, shall not be posted. Also, learn to protect others' privacy, like your friends or whoever had the identity that wanted to stay in private. I alone, I tried to hide my real name or real life for now; just that I also wanted to have a personal life as my real name over Eunoia as my avatar in both. Hive as a diary. The second speaker discussed that. Somehow when years pass by and looking at your posts, you will have an idea of where you went thru, the travel and foods, and the discovery you made back in those times. Ideally, things you enjoyed will be reminisced in reading your blockchain diary. A place where you will be lighted with numerous adventures you have been through. It's challenging. Everything has a challenge. Indeed, there will always be problems and frustrations, yet that will be the next thing. We shall be ready for all the possibilities we could encounter in our different writing endeavors. It's not a one-night success. It takes courage and time to win. Although people who are willing to help will help yet, mind that it's not always that there will be someone from the group to help. It's not a one-night success or two or weeks; it will take a long sleepless night to achieve the goal we wanted. I loved that there were friends I virtually knew also in the webinar, which makes me more confident, for I am not alone in the field of discovery. In all the things that had been said in the webinar and discord sessions, all I could say and feel is that **I am thankful to all the speakers who gave their precious time explaining and sharing their journey with the newcomers like us.** That's when I said I entered at the right time, where someone who comes first shows their journey as the delegation of experience and tells what to do and not. I learned a lot, and honestly, one of the best things that happened to me this year, unlike others who haven't undergone the same webinar or ideas from other people. Surely my journey will go smoothly. ***Disclaimers; I share what I learned and thoughts on what happened. I also hope that read.cash will also have webinars, like spreading and bitcoincash adaptations. I also wanted to enter and listen to those kinds; thanks for reading…***

@Eunoia 8 July 2022

The Rebirth of eunoia101: Entering a New Space Called HIVE. Sometimes I believed in miracles, but I don't believe in a fast or one night's sleep success. That's humans expectations are dangerous, it's a game where we wanted to a past round not realizing it could be our downfall in the future. As a self-proclaim writer blogger, I am now ready to look around, and look for some space to visit. I always say that I am not a perfect being, so my writing will always be, I am more likely always a noob in everything, but I always risk things out, and tried another thing for my growth and lessons to learn. I knew the neighbor blogging site, as some of the writers here sharing their experiences for years now yet I don't see my call yet. Like, read.cash when I am comfortable in micro-blogging; then just gets curious and went to sign-up here. Now I enjoyed the writing journey as I went through years of doing my daily runt, creative writing, and journey to the moon in the crypto-verse. Yesterday July 06, 2022. eunoia101 was created. I am a bit anxious about creating an account for so many things to fill out, also the coding's more complicated than the motherland blogging I have been for years. But thanks to @tpkidkai for support and unending supervision in creating the Hive Keychain account and the PEAKD account. https://peakd.com/@eunoia101 I personally waiting for a sign for me to dive, double puzzle if I shall wait for the upcoming webinar first for me to have access and ideas in writing and rules or just do it my own. If I do my own, I will dump surely it, thanks to the people who help me. I posted my first article as my introduction, without expecting anything. I knew that the first post won't be like boom you will be known, surely you will stay underdog for days, weeks, or months. and I knew about that, I just wanted to learn more about these so-called 'mysterious' new blockchains. I created my eunoia101 at 10 PM, assisted fully by @tpkidkai , my first introduction wasn't planned to be published the same day for I shall look for some ideas more, then he gave ideas instead. I started writing at 11:30 and ended up skipping my lunch in the time for me to keep movings, I am honestly a bit impressed with the writing platform for showing the font and space of words that are accurate in writing. As a newbie to the platform I also encountered problems such as pasting photos and saving my work, but I learned things easily and versatility help me to at least cope up. But things happened surprisingly at 5 PM when my notification flooded with people's names due to comments and upvotes of people in my introduction. Then I was frozen to look at my account I thought it was just a bug where my Reputation level from 25% turns to 49% in just a couple of hours, I refreshed the site because I thought it was from my internet bug, but no its not. *I like reading. Who wasn't? I forced myself to read English words in High School so I won't be pressured to enter a High School campus where I couldn't read or write. I am that guy, shy and hoping that my teacher won't look at me and gives me something to read. I don't want to be bullied.* *I am shy in real life. Introvert? No, I think not so much, but I am a more silent person on the first and tenth day of meetings, but when things build-up, I am a cheerful, playful, and loyal friend.* *Cooking is my weakness. I am weak in cooking but never underestimate eating, but I want to learn things related to food preparations especially preserving agricultural products. (I also loved reading recipes and hacks)* *I am an entrepreneur. The new paradigm of farming is to be entrepreneurs. I loved creating and planning new business ventures, especially related to agriculture. I also loved reading a market article about trading markets and daily news on economy updates.* *I loved mushrooms. I want underground fungi growing as soon as possible; I will work on a mushroom farm as a supervisor in 2021. Also, my undergraduate research is about the mycology of oyster mushrooms.* *Rabbit is my latest interest. I started a simple rabbitry last January 2022 and am now under trial and error.* *I love pets. I am a fur dad of twelve dogs as of now, one reason why I dreamed of a life for them.* *I am also in crypto trading. It took me months to learn; I loved reading crypto predictions, interesting white papers, and trending views of professional crypto traders and investing in crypto and the stock market.* *I always want to read new things. Experience of people, I loved reading stories about real people. That's why I lasted for years in blogging because the view of people's lives interests me.* ***I don't know how to start an introduction as I just dived into the new writing site, but all of everything I said. I want to have friends, pals with the same interest as me, to write and read.*** *Thank you, Hive, for bringing me another home, a place to write and read a new dose of life. I hope we can all be friends here.*  As for the moment, I was so mesmerized by my huge achievement in Hive, that even some showed it as a small one, not really to me. It's a huge one for a newbie like me to receive such things. First-day achievements? I got 49% Reputations from 25% in just a couple of hours. I have 16 followers and most of them I knew from here and another platform. I followed 28 people. My first article received 230 upvotes (heart) and 58 comments (including my reply) My introduction received a 20.74 Hive Reward 19 hours after posting. See? the blessing of read.cash is still unbeatable. The motherland I said taught me to read and write, create my article and that will stays last long even anywhere. I owe my writing to bitcoincash and read.cash, thanks for reading. Another is that, one of users gives me the privilege of delegate his 25HP for one week, I am still confused what it meant but I appreciate this things from them (Can you explain it more for me?) Let's be friends in HIVE, follow me here: https://peakd.com/@eunoia101 https://peakd.com/introduceyourself/@eunoia101/eunoia101-a-new-guy-in-hive-introductory eunoia101 is still Eunoia, a man with few words in his head but still a noob in crypto, life, and love.

@Eunoia 7 July 2022

The Positivity In the Face of Adversity— To hide at least. I shall say that I am fine; things are alright in me. I had no problem at all, living the life of comfort and most especially in the division of being an average early adult as I am. I had no problem, even the smallest one. I don't have any. I see a different color, the warm and cold hue of being in grace. I am feeling loved, really I am. I never heard anything wrong, not at all. I am in the very best mood for today; been a week that I never felt tiredness; even how hard the things that come, I felt nothing but lightness; why am I so blessed? I don't know. *One of the blessings of being a so-called brilliant writer? That's is to pretend. You wrote happy starts and endings in the way you were waiting for your conclusion; it's not about legacy but trying to live in the position where everything is all right even if you were not. You are sometimes the enemies of your art; the words that come out are what the inner self wants yet are not the best. Give me this time to lie, tells things that were not real. Give you the best possible but not the real thing.* My feeling is so light now; I don't know why I am happy and willing to write. Maybe because I always had a good night's sleep and on a sunny morning was woken up. I love myself; I am like a butterfly that comes out from hibernation every night, and when I woke up, I new and come from a remarkable metamorphosis. It's so light that I can breathe normally, so soft that wearing a smile on my lips is natural; the smile and happily laughed are always the best. I don't have a migraine in my head, even sleepy and heavy eye bags; it's all gone. A miraculous day indeed. I loved listening to music these past few days; that music with so many happy feelings helps me boost my emotions. I am open with my family now; I loved how they handled me. I felt the comfort of being with them, such a blessing that I could get along. My sister visited us this morning; we talked great; I never stayed in my room. I talked and enjoyed the day with them. I just wished that the day won't last. But that's so impossible. I am a man who was blessed too much; I am strong, can handle things in a significant manner, and correct recollections. Seem to swim in a sort of blurred mist before the eyes? No, I am fine; I never had that feeling. I never had. My eyes shine so brightly, like a diamond that captivated the lights of the morning glory; I am in great emotions. I am comfortable with my things. I never questioned things within this life; it all had a great answer. I doubted things but always had a positive result no matter what. I am blessed with such a life, I never get jealous of everything, and I never fake my feelings. In the last sentence is that I am fine, I am well, and I am blessed. I don't know why I want to convince myself that this is true, even though **I know in the first place that I had to lie to write**. I need to picture the world of my heart's desire, but the universe is sleeping now. Ignore my wish even if I do write. He won't read; they are out of sight. Still manageable, I guessed, but I am sure when the ending will be, how it last, and who will be the one who will be affected?. I wished there was none; I am the only one who will think of this as the curse. Things are going in what I planned, what I executed, and what I gave emphasized. I am the maker, the builder, and the planner. I am a vital being. The day was gracious, filled with so much love, like a wonderland I loved. Sad, gloomy, melancholy, and depressed, this is not true. I am fine, don't worry, for I am really. Just that I don't want to look like one or see myself personally with this one; I want others to see me in what I like. The personality that is natural within me, the days of love, that's I am just excited for things happened every day is stressful, every day it was. **But like I said, the blessing of being an intelligent writer is that even if you were down, stressed, and killed. You still could see the other side, describing the face of people in the way of Witt.** I love to live in a world of dreams, and what I wish to happen gives me realization, not prosecutions. Thanks for reading…

@Eunoia 5 July 2022

2022 Inter-Barangay Basketball Laeuge: Do or die? I think this will be my first time writing a sport-related article for my entire year of blogging; I must say that I like to watch a live sport that has a vast crowd impact over a boring match. Last night, we observed an Inter-barangay basketball league, which happened annually as a past celebration with the municipal harvest festival. Added that new selected governance after the May 2022 election is still in thankful mood in their victory, so they made the sports league this year as one of the highlights in the festival program, the festival had been done last June 17, 2022, but the block still on the viewed as the semi-finals want yet aired, the Do or Die is one of the best concepts for showcasing the effort of players to survive and regained there crowns after the downfall defeat. We agreed that we would be joining the crowd of people who wanted to watch the live-matched as our barangay Yesterday, July 06, 2022, at 4 PM. I went to my partner's house in crime, where she also wanted to join the watch, yet her mother would agree unless I were the one with her watching the match. I am always on time, yet my cousin seems like I don't look at her time; she still has to go in the shower. But who I am but not a stranger, I went to their backyard and looked for fruits as they grow a variety of them, and then boom, her mother was eating 'santol' and used what I joined her without even asking if it was okay, lol. At 4:20, we were in front of the Sports Complex near our municipal town hall; we laughed. Aren't we so early? I planned to go in early for another motive; I wanted to eat 'Lomi' and want her to pay for everything. She agreed, (Don't worry, she is rich, and I am not). It took us 30 minutes to finish the meal, and we decided to enter the gym at 5:00 PM and guessed the first match began. The first match was Yellow vs. Light Blue The crowd is still not hyped in the first match; in the first quarter, the Yellow team leads the game by scoring 20 points over 12 points opponent. Fouls had been impulse as the opposite team trained for some wild action pack. In the second quarter, the match becomes more heat as the scoreboard leads still the yellow with a score of 48 over Light Blue with a score of 20, a three-point shooter with a jersey number of '12' matched with the yellow guard, and the score goes hype 49 ov34 48 in the thirds quarter of the gameplay. But the players felt the tiredness at the end of the 3rd quarter. The yellow won with the victory of 65 over 53. I observed that the yellow team leads for having more 3-point shots over the opponent, added that small player height somehow significant dueled. Second Matched was Blue vs. Marron. We are cheering for marrons. At the end of the first game and twenty minutes rest before the next round. The crowd and start of sit begin to complete; it feels like the second game as the highlight before the night of doing. The horn signal started to blow, and people got hyped and shouted as the players began to perform warm-ups in their body movements. The crowd is full of shouts as the game officially starts. Within my observations, the group supporting the Blue is much more alive than the marron; we were silent. The game starts in the first matched quarter one. Foul has already been in red in the middle of the game, dictating very hot-tempered players of both teams. One payer of the Blue charged in graduation, and the crowd got more hype. Still, the game became more intense as they substituted a player with good height and pointing guard; the first quarter ended with two time-outs. Scoring of 12 over 13 leading the blue team wins the first quarter, a second-quarter still in the close match as the score leads the marron to 22 and opponent of 21, third quarter becomes more intense not just for the player but the crowd. Supporters, mostly teenagers are hype in too many cheers; they twerk and even undressed their bodies (typical teenage gays). The third period quarter ended with a score of 54 over 54, which made the crowd instance hype. The last fourth quarter was full of pressure and lies; both sides have given twice a free throw for they tried to manifest the pressure and had body heat contact. The match ended with 64 over 59, leading to the defeat of Blue and the victory of marrons. **The game is elimination round road to Semi-finals* The match didn't just end on the court; we also had a game bet with my cousins. She supports the Blue for ONE OF HER BOYFRIEND is present in the players; I am keeping the marron; we agreed that loss would pay for food after the game, so she was the game over. It rains maybe in the middle of the game; we stopped for a moment in street foods and then came in shawarma and milk tea; it's a perk. She pays for everything, well that's how the blessing of having a wealthy friend, you watched and enjoyed and your tummy also complete. Haha, well, that's for now; thanks for reading…

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@Eunoia 4 July 2022

My Father Said: You Cannot Changes Your World— what world? The heirs, the inheritors of our fathers, might be the great sin or the braveness of him being a man. It's somehow a great deal that we become the best of what we are in the way they showed. There was one remarkable incident that happened when I was young when my father had nothing but a man unmannered, the men my mother's heart and my brother's eyes, the man who showed me that the world in the ground of the people of nothing but danger, he tells me that I will never change the world around me, forever we will be prisoned in the positions of his fang, nothing he said was true. Abstract ***This is the second day of the Creative writing challenge, where I make a creative write-up given the prompt as motivation to mold a story. At first, it was planned to be posted every other day, but I decided to make it a whole month. The level varies with different topics and plots. After I finish the entire 30 days, the story will be compiled. So it was just initials or a preview of the story, the whole plot still abstract.*** Words for everyone, I am not a perfect being, so my writing looks likely. On a Friday night, typical as the day of the 30th, my mother prepared a bowl of cooked rice designed at the table; my brother is looking at my mother. She had a bruise; I am a child under the innocent of gesture and thought. Still, I don't know what is happening in their mind or why my brother is worried? My mother is still looking at her best, her smile never fades, and her beauty remains as the youth never changed her. This bridges me a single remark that playing wasn't for her, as she promised she would play with me, but just a promise never becomes real. This is the main point in which the injury turns, and I never had a chance to see her pain as I was busy playing in the neighbor's yard. My brother called and held me straight outside the house; then, I heard my father's small mad voice pointing at my mother's hound. Broken glass and she was a broken wrist. When I was inside, she would never show any pain, a smile full of love. But that 30th day of the month changed my world; we were three all on the table. Excited as I was, weird things were happening. Just the bowl of rice; nothing had more. I look at them; they are quiet. I thought they were praying, yet it took minutes and hours. My brother knew things I didn't. How can I say something if I am mute? Just give them a signal; she just smiled. Another more minutes and the rice already been cold, just like their moods. They knew things were happening, and I don't see how the odds things out. Her hurrying thoughts clamored for utterance; I know something is weird. I don't hear any from my birth. But that is changing; my world is already changing. I listened to some small steps from the wooded floor our own. I looked at my brother to see nothing was worrying. This is usually not until my father came back home, some night was so silent, then I woke up suddenly the light was open, my mother and father were fighting. I heard something from him, my very own father. He said, **"He cant my faith, He can't change his world"**. The world I belong to is different from them, and I shall die I don't know why God suddenly gives me the hearing power, why I suddenly understand their words? I was born with nothing to hear, and I am used to that. Shall God give me the ability to listen to the world? Shall he give me this to understand the world? That they are not honest, they say something but never be sure to be like that. For years now, no one knew what happened that night. Even I was confused why I suddenly heard a voice from my mother, the bad-mouthing of my father at the dining hall. I listened to the hidden truth where I blamed the point of father for his unfortunate. I am not a normal kid, so his life didn't come generally after I was born. The loss in his business was blamed because of his abnormal second son; he hurt my mother for the feeling I was not his child; there was no deceptive child in his genes. For years, I pretended I didn't hear anything, that I was now a normal kid. I listened to the truth; they didn't need to censor the words that came into their mouth, for they knew I didn't hear anything. They are wrong; they are all wrong. That might be the plan why that night was a miracle, for me to hear the truth, for me be looked beyond that people always lies. **The story of the Boy who pretends he didn't hear anything is a story most people do not always want to figure out who is honest. For those who wish to, the scene presented is fiction and brought only by imagination; the actual or real-life happened to live of people is only coincidental. Writer Eunoia initially wrote the short story on July 3, 2022, and the plot and sequence might be changed after the prompt end of the compilations. Thanks for reading...** Synopsis: This is one piece part of the month-long challenge for creative writing, aiming to practice prompting thinking upon certain thoughts, following various topics. Other Works; [LOST AT SEA] https://read.cash/@Eunoia/lost-in-the-sea-the-carabienian-gold-ee4a9d41

@Eunoia 2 July 2022

My Mother Smells Something Weird About Me—jezzzzzz Pain, Toil, and Privation. I can't believe what happened to me this morning; I imagined it to happen, but not now; I knew I was so much when it comes secrecies, I don't want people to part of it, not even my friends, people around me, and even my family. Not my mother, but this morning I was shocked by her. She asked me, 'what was my problem?' my emotions suddenly collided; I drank my saliva and was about to cry. But luckily, I survived even just for a while. It ended up a question in my head, am I being obvious? How come she knew and felt I am unto something, I honestly go in front of the mirror. Do my face gives her the sign? Do I look so stressed? I don't know; never I tell someone. But maybe that was the present power of a mother; they knew what was happening even without telling them the whole story behind it. But still, I am not ready for them to say I am not yet at the level to share. Maybe when it's done? If that is done. You might know me as typically just my own, and I don't speak things out. It's easier to write than speak; it was pressing to tell others about my problem. Not because I was overreacting to what they will say, but better just for me to keep it silent for a while until I figure out a possible solution or the correct answer. Directly I will be quiet, but maybe they knew me immediately; that silence meant something. Perhaps they feel I am unto something but never imagine they will be seen. I tried to act normal, but I used not every day I could hide things. There will always be a time that there is no filtered feeling; it's like a volcano that explodes and is about to burst. Do you know the 'kaya pa' syndrome? It might be the toxic attitude of the Filipinos, where we never spoke things out, revealed what was wrong until the worst wasn't yet happened. 'kaya pa' or 'still manageable when we had a problem we just kept it to ourselves, not just mentally but also physically. Even if we feel something is wrong with our bodies, we sleep and rest. Kaya pa meant that still can go on. That was me every time. Maybe I don't want them to be involved, for I am not into that kind. I added that we were not in a good relationship with my father for decades now, and I hate that he comments on something. They blamed me and gave me words I didn't want to hear. I also stopped ranting to one group about my life, I always just read something, and I hate it. I never did it help, but it just added to my frustrations. So am I crying? No, I am not. Maybe that was why I understand that some men laughing are not happy; those smiling are not glad about what is happening. Still, things are going on the wheels of something. But there was a time when it felt like I couldn't handle it anymore. Should I tell the truth? But I didn't even know what the fact was. Kaya pa syndrome is one of the negatives. Indeed, we burn it to ourselves, we want to cool it down a little bit, but things are unlike. Unfortunately, some people cannot handle this kind; maybe it's not for everyone. People might hurt, or the worst, kill their selves because they can't breathe anymore. On my side, never in my life that I become suicidal; thanks to the creators also gave me the mind that I know not everyone has; I still could handle overkill loads of uncertainties in my mind, and I hid it. But what happened this morning? I never said I had no problem with her. I smiled at her, but I had teary eyes. And immediately goes out from her. I survived, but somehow I just gave her some valid reasons. I know I hurt her by not telling the truth. But this time, I shall get to this thing no matter what. I am lucky that my mother feels the things inside, she was my mother, and I was from her. The blood and flesh are still the same, so I get that she knew things even I don't tell. Just that, I am not yet ready to say her or anyone. This is just today's runt, and I am enjoying daily trading in SmartBCH guys; you should also look closely at the BCUSDT price; so much volatility. 5:00 AM 1 BCUSDT is 0.70, and just some minutes it goes back, I got a profit of 0.1BCH in 20 minutes. But still sadly stuck out from the bridge. It would be best if you also looked closely. Thanks for reading…

@Eunoia 1 July 2022

Lost In The Sea: The Carabienian Gold. I have no thought of venturing to say the word that rotates in the see of golds, either the cloud of black or white. The sea of the Caribbean near the coast of reefs is waving in the length of the lonely master as the mermaid refuses to let go. Either way, the God of the sea shield the carribienian with all his power. But the thing is that I am lost, nearly cannot stand for the seed of faith is coming to lose in the seal Caribbean gold. ***Abstract:*** *I often read the article of a month-long challenge where they wrote interesting works by following a prompt in their works. As July starts, I am doing the same, yet now the whole thing will take two months for my challenge to be done. As I only do write the prompt every other day at intervals. The challenge is more focused on the creativity of my mind; the thoughts will align on a specific topic that was the product of wild imagination, as my writing quest told.* **"I am not a perfect being, so my writing is likely.** It started as the moon shone brightly and reflected in the sea as its mirror. The moon is comparing her beauty like the asking the sea, 'who was the finest of them all just the God of the sea convinces the moon is pretty the one. The moon is a powerful creature created to hold the water and for God. Neptune will never have its heaven if the moon falls to drag the gravity; the lights she shared are what he admired as the sea drained some of the water if the full circle moon woke up. To see the beauty of the moon as loved by the mermaid and mermen of the gusty sea. I am the boy lost in the sea with my grandpa, who held the boat as he moved along fastest. We never planned stays as the doom of the night, after he saw the moon emerge like a colossal eye after the sun rests its own. The rule will always behold the good as I hold the lamp in my hands, trembling in fear as I feel that grandpa is about to get tired. What will happen to us? I never told, but the fear was coming out as I heard my old's heavy and deep sight. Are we will be eaten by the shark? Careless, I asked; he looked at me as if he was confident there would be. But I feel the fact that nothing will save him from worrying. The little boat as the poor man could afford as far as I remember. He said the ship was older than him; it was a gift from a God of the sea. But the deal is that there will be a time when God is mad, and what he gives shall return to his. That's maybe the fear of my old man, as he thinks that his debt from God of the sea shall be paid at this night. As the moon goodness shall be the witness how cruel the Neptune, as he was somehow given the life of the people near the Caribbean yet he had the power to remove it from sudden wave power. The angry sea as he never looks at the people as old as my man, and how child I am. My old grandpa felt tired; he stood beside me and held me gently. I want to be calm. But the night of silence seems like suddenly, out from nowhere, the sunshine of the Goddess moon is lost. Like Neptune is angry as the wave he cast, the water splash is coming in a massive wave of surfing site. Old cant told anything but to hold and embrace me further. He released his vest and added to mine, and I looked at his eyes, beautiful as the moon. But sad as the stars. This will end, as the sea is now coming for revenge. For life, the fishers get a life will the payment of the debt. To those who lost in the Caribbean looking for gold, the curse of Neptune lured the Lords. The wavelength of habit and the streams feels false. As I remember those days, where I again owe my life to the sea. As my grandfather told me, he had the same story. When his father asked God of the oceans and waves to help him out from the water of death, a father's wish for his son was claimed. But something is always in return. The gold in the Caribbean is the story of those fishermen who risk their lives for the gold (fish). The story was initially made by the author Eunoia as he challenged himself for a month-long span. That's how the fisherfolks dare to visit the lure of the darkness, seek the heavens to give creatures with fins, but mind that danger is always in the road nor the sea. Thanks for reading… If you also wish to do the same challenge, where you will create a creative story based on some given topic, tag me for all your works and let's read our imaginations. Thanks for reading…

@Eunoia 30 June 2022

sBCH: How Do I Save My $FlexUSD Fund For Possible Bankruptcy? *DISCLAIMERS; This article is not FUD or spread false information, this is a blog that will show how I saved my fund in stable coins for more losses instead of security. Mind that the crypto-verse is aware what is the issue, and the stable token that must stay on a dollar pair basis is now losing at 61% from its original and must-be nature price. God help the FlexCoins as we all wished for the recovery.* A nightmare, really it is. Who could think that being stable and must be secured safely is not a safe in real-time, things become so much that we expect security ended up with more losses. Now it's really a big deal if I will trust stable coins as the days and more years pass. A nightmare for who could think I could lose my fund in the safe vault; it's like a heist of professional rubber that gets inside the vault broke the code. At the time I write this article, the time is 8:46 AM in the Philippines Standard time (manila base) dated June 30, 2022. The price of BitcoinCash (BCH) is $103.9 or ₱5,703.64 and the exchange rate of Dollar to Peso is $1: ₱55.07, why do I say these numerical? Because I converted some of the SmartBCH Tokens to FlexUSD in the price of Dollar/Peso at the lowest ₱50.02 which I think is still a great opportunity for its feels like holding in a dollar base could still give me some incentives as the economic of my country is struggling in the dollar exchanges rates. Thinking the fund I lost in FlexUSD is a big hurt on my part for I never expected the worst to come. Just that my interest of holding a dollar instead. This is one of the negatives that happened as what return I computed ended more losses, but I was still lucky that I prevented more losses for what happening right now, in some great point still I do recover what was lost indirectly as my day tradings start. I started my day trading and I have seen the crash of FlexCoin from 3.60+ Down to $1.92 no-brainer I didn't dive into the crowd and brought some, then 4 hours later the price came back to $3.40 so I immediately sell my assets as 100%. Then comes the next day it gest down from $1.20 to just $3.40 so I buy back the profit I get from last night and turns out that it raises again to $2.20 and not a greedy man thinking to raise more, I sell 100% of my coin. After the doom, it drops again to $0.92 per FlexCoin, this time I rested as the pressure of people toward the issue of withdrawals gets in the heat. Fortunately for me and unfortunate to others at the moment the price of Flexcoin at the moment I write this article is $0.34 a bloody price where I understand the doubt and the fear of small investors like me. Flexcoin had an All-time high of $6.60 and is at the lowest price at the moment based on the SmartBCH price chart (marketcap.cash). Imagine dwelling in the sphere at $6 and now drops to -650% loss. That’s massive. FlexUSD was created to be likely displays as the price of USDC also suffers from great danger. Honestly, I was worried when the price of stable coin FlexUSD reached the price of $0.81, I brought my stable coin for $1.01 as I thought stable coin is a safe place for me bank amount as to counterfeit the volatility of any tokens and coins but ended up misery. I still see people who buy the stable coin in what they said is 20% Off, and it jumps up still to $0.90, yet I have no good feeling. When it reached $0.92 I decided to take my risk and sell my FlexUSD to WBCH (WrapBitcoinCash). Never had any regrets when I see that still comes to $0.95 but the next thing that happened it drops again to $0.80 and goes from 0.50 to 0.30, the price still recovered, and the month I write the price is $0.39. I imagine that I might lose 50% of my fund if I will wait for a possible $0.50 per flexUSD so I made a decision where I shall just take the risk at the moment, and now I might fill bankruptcy if I never had that gut feeling. Thinking I lost 8% of my original FlexUSD value over now that it drops to 61% is better looking. How do I feel the feeling that I might lose if I won't sell? I do reads the conversation of people in the telegram channels, and I read the article about CoinFlex and the issues about everything. As for now, I know might be some of you also still crying in your grave especially small investors like me, but at the end of the day, it gives me a life lesson, maybe not so much trust in a stable coin, not so greedy, and always prepared. Thank God, my fund from flex used did not bankrupt me up, for I ignored my portfolio a long time ago, and just come when the issue is about to rise up. Thanks for reading…

@Eunoia 29 June 2022

I brought this pineapple juice thru #BitcoinCash with the use of Coin.ph, one of the local convenient store near my place. Well that's how BCH moved, as payment system. 🥰

@Eunoia 28 June 2022

I Met My Future Wife In My Dreams— But something is weird. Her voice is like the thin faint song when the wind wearily sighs in the grass, a sound of nature and the body of the lives; she was singing a melody that captive the heart by listening to the sound the whole ecosystem of plants is alive, the crumbling voice and the head bright start crawling and coming from my ears and sight, the beautiful melody, a notorious drum, the wind that carries nothing but the notes of love. The best symphony for her voice rose like a stream of rich distilled perfumes; only the very best, the finest for what I loved. The angel of desire, the loved of my life. Here is what I picture her in my dreams. Last night was very long hours of rest; I stood in the corner for I dreamed of someone I am unsure if from the future or comes from the past. Just one thing is that we were loved in the game we played in the dimension of dreams; we were in a hurry, for love seems to have an ending; the forever we desired had nothing compared to what it dictates to live and love. I know nothing about this woman, but I know we both love each other from the moon and back. The scene is in the near glassy feeblest of streams, as her smile was unmistakable. The scenery where the face of an angel from heaven is likely lived from the earth to captivate me with her gracious glance, the graceful walk of her slender feel in the pebbles of water, like a leaf that floats in the streams of love, and I am the sinner who captivates and wanted to take. Swing and swung, and she was like a swan. The white swan dancing in the baler orchestra is visible as she uses the power of nature. I see her eyes as the glooming moon inside, the bright shadow of no regrets. A picture of happiness as I come close to her. Is this what the fairy looks like? The glamour of the lengthy wave of sunshine feeling, the love and desire nothing upon the lust. Impatience like the wind, I come across to her to kiss and hug her. Her soft skin is the delicate picture of spotless like snow; the quiet and might skin burst some strange feeling in my stomach as more butterflies come out from cocoon; felt like the Lonestar feeling of mine that hibernate is woken up as the butterflies waves flew to my heart. I was stung like a frozen lush as the fairy of snow is what I hold, the skin that soft and sound of her voice is like hunting me in my dreams, a fairy creature that was moving, graceful flow like I am the prey for her to cast. Like I am enchanted by her look, the glance of perfect face of an angel, nor a demon. Something woke me up; I stood in the dirt in the middle of the forest. I wonder where she is now, her face as the snowflakes, the fairy I am with. Still, the desire is wishing myself to look at her, anywhere and when the forest guides me, maybe the Clift. It started again as her voice casts a furious spell to catch her. Leading me somewhere, but it's the darkness I supposed in a cave, maybe because I see nothing but the night out of the skies. I guessed who it was, a distant star glimmering steadily in the evening. It's here as she calls my name with the sound of a fairy-like voice. It's getting near and near. As I continue to walk along, she tells me more and more to convince me to come inside. The great tune where my body moved, coming closer and closer. I have seen the reality after; it's not a dream anymore. It feels like I was in the summoning of a demon, not an angel. It handles the hottest and trembling as I continue. She wasn't snow, and she was on fire. It's purgatory, not heaven. This is creative writing, made exclusively by writer Eunoia; the picture told is part of the author's wild imagination, based on reality or dreams that depict the author's thoughts at the moment he made the piece. Thanks for reading.

@Eunoia 27 June 2022

Time Is Gold As Proverb Is a Myth— It Never Be Gold But Just Time. People treasure the time, and the number appears in the upper right wing of their phone, the circle number sign we wear on our wrist, and the basis of all our done and to-dos to be done; time is **Gold as they stand for the golden rule of money**, where money and time is twin in all the action man should act. Still, people don't realize the enormous power of stint and second of time, how we waste it for no reason, and even how we use it differently, so we don't care what will happen in the next seconds, following minutes, and the new era of hours. I think time is not Gold; time is not a commodity; in my opinion, the proverb we heard classically is a myth that we say time is Gold because it's not; it's just time, for we never want to waste Gold. *****This article is not a revision of ideas but a creative way of commenting on a specific topic that suddenly comes negatively—just a DISCLAIMERS for my sake.***** Back when I was so young, I used to admire people who were busy and never had time to do whatever things in their different life; I used that way of thinking where what's was the success meant; a successful person had no time in their personal life, had no time in something they never been happy with. Because of sensation alone, it never thinks of the other side. That's when I believed in 'time is gold,' which I understand is very precious; they have been paid in their time by Gold, a periodic elements Au. That's how people worked and gained money in my thinking when I was young, so when someone had been invited to talk in school and his time was limited, I admired those people always in my mind, the rushing power and the busyness as my reference of success. Is it time, Gold? That's my thought. For me, no, we were exposed to trading, and Gold is a symbol of fortune that increases its value over time, yet **people who work overtime don't seem like their salary is Gold. Their salary seems like a copper instead. A very light and fragile as now they can only pay half of the family expenses**. See? Another proof of my theory is that even though **we were working hard and as time flew, the value of our time working was still the same; some had deductions instea**d. A new paradigm of mine that defines where time is not a bar of Gold but just a time. But the likable attribute of time and Gold is that, like time, it's limited. If Gold reaches the limit of the earth's supply, it's the ending, the like the time we had. If the time is done and gone, indeed, we have no choice but to accept our faith. Our Goldbar will do nothing in the face of death. Surely some will disagree, but I think those rich people spend time in luxury or pay others for their time. Somehow there was a time that I also had in mind that time was Gold when people were so much irrelevant that they did not go to the right and decide the time for them to talk too; people also wasted our time waiting for nothing instead of doing more things we were stuck in endless waiting in despair. Where the also reason why people now have no belief in 'time is gold' is they wasted it. With the creation of social media, I am also guilty that I wasted some time browsing things on the screen. Instead of reading some information, I just watched the posted cut videos on Facebook; instead of sleeping, I just went on YouTube to view the trailer movie and waited as it would be released soon. Rest in peace those pieces of Gold we wasted, and that was what some people say at times. The world is still unfair as time could be associated with Gold for that owner of mining land, yet time won't be for those people who are just a miner. A point where I could say that **'time is gold' is a myth** for people below the ground like us, who worked in the field, and just a myth we believe when rich people say so. You are allowed to express my ideas and thoughts wrong, but that is what I felt as time passed; poor people never hold Gold even though they use it all their time. Thanks for reading my rant. Greeting, I come back in SmartBCH Trading, and also fixing my micro-blog to noise.cash. If you have noise.cash, let us be friends and also interact on the side platform, thanks. The more satoshi, the more we become prepared. Thanks again. Username: EUNOIA (Click the name)

@Eunoia 27 June 2022

Somehow, I also got realisation as I trusted to much stable coin, and now I lost some of the value haha. But life must goes on, #lawUSD #sBUSD #FlexUSD. 🙃

@Eunoia 26 June 2022

Good morning well, I felt that I lost weight, haha,, secret if paano. 🤣 Sipping coffee while on the terrace and taking a self-photo. I realised that I had no article yesterday, so I must and shall work my head on read.cash headline, haha. Morning everyone, who still remember me? 😁

@Eunoia 26 June 2022

Isang rason kung bakit di ko maiwan ang Bitcoincash #BCH, iyun ay di niya rin ako iniwan hehe. Took me time to reback blogging here as my account also been year old now, I am more active sa read.cash, and now smartBCH. Yeah It feels like I will comback here na hehe. Heres my RC: read.cash/@Eunoia

@Eunoia 26 June 2022

After months of ignoring my smartBCH portfolio I am now come back from trading. 🥰 Beside small Satoshi of BCH matters. Here my journey as I restart my trade, and guessed what. It's great timing for $FlexCoin drop to $1.96, then grows up and return to $3.5 easy one. Then drop again to $1.20 so I buy, now it's $2.14 current price. 🥰 Nice sign of my come back. Read more here: https://read.cash/@Eunoia/then-again-when-eunoia-says-he-will-trade-its-on-smartbch-c3e33acd

@Eunoia 25 June 2022

Then Again, When Eunoia Says He Will Trade- it's on SmartBCH. Absent is a powerful act that honestly will drag us down when we never give a control. A mind is powerful enough to control us. I was being controlled like a puppet. When their mind says not to write, some people will do the command. Not me; when my mind says to be absent, never will I commit; I will force things out as I also had the power like my mind. When I said I would write, I indeed write an article no matter what. My mind was frozen again as he wanted me to be absent in writing, as I remember only two counts of absence I had before the end of the month and wished that no date will add. The reason is that Satoshi issues the right time to be active and patiently wait for the bull to return. That might also be why some of us still write, total value, and lock the Satoshi I received daily. I also restarted my journey in trading just this week; I came back in trading on SmartBCH, and I gained profit already for just a single time of waiting; of course, I control my greed and don't drive to people speculations. https://www.marketcap.cash/ I have been looking up the issue of $FlexUSD and $FlexCoin. The stable coin seems like it wasn't stable for now, but I won't dive into that; I lacked research about the issue just because I read the conversation of people spreading FUD of the company bankruptcy and many more. https://coinflex.com/flexUSD I bridge some BCH to SmartBCH early in the afternoon, then comes that people argued when $FlexUSD turns to $0.81. Honestly, I am a bit anxious about what happened to sBUSD and lawUSD, and I still hold some $FlexUSD in my wallet as a bank-up coin when BCH is still priced at $300. I am always futuristic and tracking my portfolio to FlexUSD/sBCH? I am in the bull run. https://www.marketcap.cash/ https://coinflex.com/flexUSD I am sharing my experience with $FlexCoin, as I opened the marketcap.cash, I am worried about my stable coin, yet I won't dive into the hype. That's what I learn from the past. $FlexCoin reached a sudden crop from $3.00 drop to $1.96; as crypto gossipers, I came along immediately as the telegram group hoping that I could find the answer to my questions and just some negatives I received. https://coinflex.com/flexUSD https://www.marketcap.cash/ It feels like someone is whispering to me to buy CoinFlex in Tangoswap or Benswap, some of the Decentralized exchanges in smartBCH. So I did; the price was still $1.9; I never wanted to be pressured and do the everyday things I do, so I leave it for now. Not care about the FUDS, for I knew the CoinFlex would never be attained to some negatives. I come back to the marketcap.cash, I think 12:00 before I go to resting place in dreams, shocked for just took some minutes and I was paid with high return as $FlexCoin is now $3.543. no brainer, I instantly swap my FlexCoin to WBCH and go to deep sleep, thinking that my first re-back in trading in smartBCH gives me such a blessing. Then I opened the market chart again the morning I woke up. I was shocked and smiled when I saw that $FlexCoin went back to $1.20, and not to be greedy, I chose to re-invest my profit last night, thinking is that, who once again sell their coin at a meager price, as for the writing $FlexCoin price was $1.70 and little math, I already gained $0.50 per $FlexCoin. https://www.marketcap.cash/ https://coinflex.com/flexUSD Thinking I used my last night's profit, it was like I had free $FlexCoin in my wallet. I won't change my path that trading is already part of my life; I might rest for a while but never quits. And what happened is that, a good timing. I come back in smartBCH but not full-time for now, as the market is still unpredictable I am still struggling to lean on. https://www.marketcap.cash/ This is one of the blessings I get from diving in read.cash, a place of new knowledge, where the time I get it will stay forever in my head. Trading in crypto is the nature of mine now. Still not a professional yet movers as inspiring one. As the market phases, for now, even a small amount of Satoshi for bitcoincash is gold, so when I say I will write, I will write, and when I say I will trade, I will trade by bitcoincash. As for now, I again survive, not just in writing but also in trading. Thanks for reading…

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@Eunoia 24 June 2022

Daydreaming: Floating In The Clouds Of Reverie *One that I am afraid to come is that one day you will be nothing but none, the morning where the bed had nothing but the only naked self of mine, the coffee morning where I entered the kitchen nothing had happened, no coffee and roasted breed, no aroma of bacon and egg. Just me alone, entering the gloomy night as a storm, the length of the day seems to overpower the normal. The day where misery and that day happened, I wish there was just a reverie.* *I felt the ironic rebound of my karma; I said I will still live happily as if nothing happened as she would leave me, nothing would become staggered. I can live without anyone; I was born with nothing but myself; indeed, I will survive without her in my head. The karma for what I said doesn't depict the reality of the whole being I am today, where I felt nothing but the abstruse and heavy head. The alcohol and the cigarettes were lying everywhere, the night lamp still off even the daybreak was at its peak.* *I am miserable and broke; who else I could fool where my place I do live in is the house of mess. The dark and light collide as I do the magic of my spells. The home I build is nothing now but ashes; the wall still presents, but it will crash no matter what. The heavy feeling, where the posture of the furniture will never be in the correct position as I can't sleep.* *The messy surroundings and the glimmering thoughts. Just that my misery was so much power to kill me inside and out.* *I daydream; I am not sure if still day or night. The light was off, and the window had nothing but shield me from the passible light outside. It could be the result of being weakened I am, unaccepted of the reality, and ignoring everything in the place.* *Half suffocated by my thoughts, the what-if scene where what If I did nothing to her, what if I never hurt her feeling, what if I did nothing. The place of mess suddenly turns into a clean and light surrounding. The door opened, and she was there, smiling and making me fall in love with her charms. The smile I knew captivated me from the start—the face of an angel who gave nothing but love. But I am daydreaming; the clean and missing place turns into a tornado, the shabby furniture, the debris and glass of broken frames still all over.* *I again lay down on my bed and hugged the pillow beside me. Placing my head in it, then cried. As much I do, I had nothing to make but to stay sub, the willing scene I never think as I do hurt her with my bare hand, I do kill her feelings and love, I am the one who was responsible for her delay. She wasn't her anymore, and my emotions were killing me as he wanted to find the wife of his love.* *My soul was fire with sudden wild heavy homesickness.* *I am at home, but I do know nothing. This was still a called place of residence; it was the hell of misery, a place of contemplation and regrets. The man-made heavens that were turned to hell, once beautiful and full of love, have nothing but hatred of myself.* *The dancing curtains were a picture of flame; I saw her dancing in the gown I gave her for our wedding. The day we loved and always reminisced as our life story started again was reverie—another dreaming and product of my longing heart and mind. I already lose her; the graceful flow of her body wont be mine anymore.* *It's not true that the fairy tales will end at the wedding; the wedding will never stay full of love, trust, and kissing; the marriage vow becomes abstract as I point to the views of my self-support.* *As I ignored from here, the tragedy of misery is now I am looking into her; the words of love become nothing but curses and profanity. I think I deserved such a thing, and I am a man with no manner. The act of the devil prosecuted me, the forbidden became a comfort, and I ignored the sign.* *The forbidden is forbids, but I am not docile, for I was weak that time. Now the misery of karma and all the things I did comes back more intensely than I imagined.* *My life now was nothing but reverie; all I could do was a daydream. Part of me hoped and prayed this was the absolute daydream. The bitterness and drowning weren't natural. When I wake up, you are still here beside me in the morning as the lights will shine in our heads to wake us up; that I step up from the kitchen, I won't say anything, yet you offer the best cup of coffee—the life that I dreamed of; the love we shared.* *As I said, I am afraid that to come. As I wake up from daydreaming, I will do nothing but love and serve the women I love, give all the things, and treat them like a queen.* *But I tried to hurt myself, and I am daydreaming anymore. The house was now hell; I was broken down. Death is near.* END. ***This is fictitious creative written original work of Eunoia, where the world is based on something. I'm back in creatives write; my mood is now fixed, so more to come, thanks for reading…**

@Eunoia 23 June 2022

Wizard Influence Of Elders Stories In My Child-mind. Admit it or not, the best storytellers were our elders. They are the one that makes our childhood more beautiful and exciting as they will be the one who will bridge us to something, somewhere and some places that we never yet knew existed. They are the ones that will give us the idea that the world is nothing compared to what we have, well as children mind we believe in the thing they will say, we don't know yet the real and not, but that was fine, that made our childhood more alive; the horrors, belief, and life. They are the wizard influence in our childhood minds. One that I was happy thinking about is that I lived in a year when phones were still invisible in everyone's eye, even the social media wasn't yet discovered, the television was limited to one or two channels, and the life was considered so simply, no stressed and no tensions of pressure. Another thing that made my childhood is the stories of my grand, not just my grandfather or grandmother, but the elders who lived near us. As a child, we went to our friend's house, where we met a sitting elder near the giant trunk of tresses, resting. As we go through, they tell a story. In many stories, as Ilokano, whose native tribe I am, we spoke Iloco, a very dense dialect with more triggered complex wording. One that never ends is how Ferdinand Marcos as president, said nothing but good, contradicting what was written in the book, the supernatural where I was always afraid to go home late at night, those people who experience some things, and more and more enchanting narratives. They believed that bizarre things happened because nowadays there was no tress. Elders believe the enormous old tree was home to 'maligno' or supernatural and 'lamang-lupa' creatures inside the soil. They had many pictures of divine animals. One thing that I can't forget is that my grandfather told me about his failures. A horror, as he might say. Then comes that he never thought that we would buy the water as what is shown today; we lived in a province it was free from natural wells, springs, and household pumps. As for now, some households are buying local water refilling stations, but we never do that. Our household pump is still alive, and the taste is better than the product. Honestly, I tried to test the water of local water refiling and our water. I used some pH test kits, and the result is that the local refiling was so acidic, while our natural sources are above the neutral pH. Soon enough, as he said, maybe we will be going to pay for the air we breathe. We also grew up that they would scold us if we talked terrible things about the water pump. They will agree why we will say profanity for the one who will make us alive, the one who feeds out food, and the one who provides the drinks. I even once get physically violated from doing it, haha. It's part of stubbornness, though. But that was part of discipline as we grew older. We learn to go home at the right time, for we think so much about the creatures they made, the giant kapre, the vampire mananangal, the half-human half horses, and many more animals. As the sun sets, we shall be in our respected home. I suddenly missed those days, the caring for our elders to a child like us. Food was the very best part. They will prepare the native foods as part of the festive in Ilokano, the sticky rice cakes and root crops that has other more stories, where because of poverty they had nothing but to eat what was available in the refiled, no question but eat. Even a single grain of rice won't be allowed to be wasted. I heard those stories of hardships and motivation to live more. It's like a wizard influence on my elders; as I began to reminisce them all and compare them to the new world we have been in today, I was lucky that their stories is like a treasured and inherited by those who heard, the success, failure, and the magic. Now those younger generations might be just some who dare to listen and believe in elders, for they better watch the stories on their phones. The animated series they watched. As for us, imagination is enchanting. We need to think about the image the elder said; as the technology, we could quickly become familiarized with software and animations. My generation is lucky for we come from laggards to digitals, and also we were forever lucky as our elder's memories remain within me a treasure we value hold forever. Blessed are those who felt the loved of grandparents; not everyone has the same. Thanks for reading…

@Eunoia 22 June 2022

Do We Force Our Heads Too Much To Make Article?—overstudy. That's a question I asked this sunrise, so I am forcing too much? To write daily and interact as always? Do I push myself too much? At the end of the day, the answer was YES, I did. I always make him operate harder, process more, and become sharper. YES, I feel like my head is willing to be forced, sometimes not. But it's a benefit for the two of us, my body and my mind. Body, as I earn something, might be for food or ways of life, my mind the brain is fed with more nutritious words at least. After reading DennMarc's article, I wonder about myself a little bit. It was strange, for I did look at my title for today; I think it took me a couple of minutes. I haven't asked anyone how was my title generated. It's good? Or any?. I also agreed that I easily get hooked by some titles, and also, when I read a title relevant to others or repetitive to what I already read, I skip it for now. https://read.cash/@DennMarc/cannot-think-of-a-better-title-then-use-title-generator-1c7bed36 Do I force my head that much? It's like squeezing it, making it bled a word so I could write it up. Just a simple question, yet it feels like my head becomes alive a little bit, strange for sure. I thought it was an exciting topic, a questionable yet something is about to come. Again it goes back to the time past, where days you must force yourself. Have you been in a moment where you want to think about something, crate idea, or any topic? Whether it was for school projects or the work environment. The time where you really liked it a bad, even forced your head to work by hurting your hair, drumming something within your body and gest so confused in everything, then comes the disturbance of people you quickly get irritated. Yet nothing had been done. Some people say that when we abuse our heads, it might lead to problems. I still remember when I was young, my grandfather told me that there was a bright student living near us, who liked to read, but he forced his head too much. "Over studying," as they said. When people are focused on reading or writing, their heads can't process everything. At my younger age, my question is that. Is that possible? The studying lead to mental disorders?. Also, that is what the words I often heard from my grandfather when I was a kid when he saw me reading too much, like spending hours looking at the terms. They started to get annoyed, telling me that I shall stop reading and not read too much, for I am still young. Somehow it was great for they didn't pressure me in my studies; my low grade was fine and normal. Maybe that is why I was dumb when I was young, I was in grade 5 those times and still can't read 'English foreign.' A lot of errors, even spelling, because as my childhood was banned with reading too much, they over think that I could be in the dilemma of 'over study.' Within my self-understanding these days, I think it was because people don't understand the word 'depression' in my place in the year 2000. Honestly, just the creation and injecting data from social media, people know the mental occurrence, where some are pressured, and others get too much from people's expectations. For me, I think it's not the 'Over study' but it's the 'Over-pressure.' Some people expect too much when they see a bright child. When they were high grades or achievers in the first grade, they must become consistent until they finished their studies; they must be half the pride of the family. So they want him to read more and do more good in school academics. Back to the question early, had you been in the moment where you were forced to think about something, yet nothing was done. Imagine that has happened to those people. Who forces their heads to study because they don't want to become a failure? Even if no words come into their head, they are just forced to have something. Family pressure, where a child's success still hangs on the high grades. I felt pity for those who ended up in misery for being under overpressure, not in over-studies. They get the family pressured too much, afraid to fail, for they were marked as bright, and failure had no room in other eyes' expectations. In their ending affliction, as they can't blend all the words from the book and comments from the judgmental mouths, they hear nothing but a buzz in their head, end up overusing their mind, and become mentally ill. This is just something that happens when we force our heads or are forced by someone to think and absorb things not every day in our capacity.

@Eunoia 21 June 2022

Why Some Men Don't Know How To Distinguish Handsome Man? The label, which is beautiful and unsightly, seems like it happened because of people's standards; back then, the beauty you admired today was the darling doesn't look from the past, and the beautiful figure you esteemed and loved was something odd from yesterday. The look and the appearance weren't as good as others; the best sculpture was still abstract. Now we live in a society where beauty is a commodity, and people are willing to pay money and change their appearance and posture; we live in a doom where the body is an image of like and dislike. But do you know some men who are still confused about what is handsome or not? Men had different standards regarding handsomeness; you might not have heard it yet. Men admired those who were attractive, but their tastes differed significantly. The topic started last morning of June 21, 2022 (today), when Ms. Lhes in our Telegram group chat gave me the idea. I told them I had met someone who had the same birthday as mine, not just the exact birthdate but the same years of living. I was also shocked to meet someone even just virtually born on the same date as mine; I could call it one in a million moments. How lucky I am to have some new friends thinking we will celebrate our same birthday and age on the same day. We talked and became more comfortable with each other, just like my pals I knew years ago. I mentioned to Ms. Lhes that he looked Korean, and if he were a girl, indeed, she was beautiful. And the following answer is that "So he was handsome?" I don't know how to answer that, maybe? If he is a girl, he will be beautiful; the phase I gave validated that I can see a beautiful woman, but I think I am not sure when it comes to men. I don't have to convince you to believe in a narrative within me; I don't have to make you think the same way as my point of view. But to look beyond the inside was something. We had the different looks of being handsome and ugly, which might be the nasty feature you see is my most admired feature, that's has something. Not just in handsomeness but also in a beautiful side. This is the thing others don't realize, so they want to change their appearance to be more likely appealing, more loved and adored. Back to the topic, some men can't understand the label of being handsome. Not because we questioned things, but we feel like it had something to do with just appearance of being in perfect shape, build, and fair. Some people think they are handsome because of skin color; most of us don't see it. For the ice breakers, this is not a racist. But thoughts on defined, look closely beyond other eyes seeing the world differently, just chill. The absurd thing sometimes is that 'is handsome?' I heard from a lady, then the gossip started from it. Some say 'yes' with some giggles in their body, then more fiction to come. Other compare even the girlfriend, a handsome boy needs a beautiful girl as they say. Another label where people look at it as enjoyable habits. Is it weird that men will discuss a look that will picture what was handsome in his eyes? It's not become a gay or hetero, but for the sake of thoughts and words, I will describe an attractive feature I see, mind that we were different. I can see black or dark brown color skin more handsome than men with white completions, don't judge me. Just that we were different in choices. The masculinity of men with dark completion is admirable to me and to some men I met. Also, a short haircut makes more men look like the real lads; that's why I had a short-cut hairstyle in my profile picture, for I see it as a cleaner than the mohawk and long hair. Also, it is so cool that I have a beard, others find it something, but for us, it's a product of handsome features. I had more to say, but I chose not to get involved in a racism scheme; I am not racist, just that I choose differently, Moreover, we admit that we don't know how to look at who is handsome and not because we just look at whom we admire. Some are just going in the flow because he was renowned, and people loved his feature. We also combine within ourselves that maybe that was the look of being handsome. Not just men, but I also think in females had the featured that will likely have some taste, and others just because it's socially trend they will just agreed. See, being beautiful is just people's standards, so some men don't know to look who was and weren't because appearance is not the basis for everything; that's for a learn.