The Third Eye

December has the peculiar ability to hold contradictions without resolving them. It is a month saturated with dopamine, yet equally filled with sadness, nostalgia, and a quiet inner heaviness. Every year, the same time returns, the same memories resurface, but they never feel identical. History does not change, our emotional reading does. We are taught to validate our emotions, to accept ourselves, to prioritize our inner truth. In a world that loudly promotes individualism a

Recalling the early days, thinking about what place to take in this world, and what roles our first playgrounds gave us, everything looked huge, hard to conquer. You know that feeling when you return to a place you once thought was enormous, and now it looks much smaller. You think it’s because you grew, but it’s really a shift in perspective, a reminder that what feels big today may one day feel small. We grow, we learn, we experience. As kids, the personas we imagined, the

Sometimes there aren’t enough exits for the kind of escape we think we need. The streets can feel foreign, the people shallow or driven by their own interests, and the doors around us wide open into endless directions, yet every escape only leads into a small anteroom before the next exit. If we’re lucky, and if we’re willing to understand the message, we meet signs along the way. Sometimes they come in the shape of people, sometimes as memories that resurface in moments of e

Do you know those days when everything feels like a mystical experience? When everything that happens feels like it happened for a reason, a sign sent from a dimension we may not be able to sense in the everyday hectic. And even if all logic tells you that you made it up and that it’s nothing special, for you it is more than just a coincidence. Walking down the street on a freezing November day, on a busy street, the street suddenly became very quiet. It was windy and cold. B