Week Break!

 Hello lovely people!
I need to take a break for a while. Will be back though I'm starting to live.
Grateful to all the connections to a future where we all can be on common ground.
We can start by looking to the future possibilities we wish to see.

Smell a Flower!

Another time to smell a flower (song).

To find soil (lyrics), search "Everything But You" by Clean Bandit feat A7S

One day, I may try my hand at writing what I feel
and felt when I first heard this song. 
For now, let's just enjoy! 

Smell the Flowers!

Hiya Nymion!

I didn't prepare a post as I wanted. Instead of skipping it though,

I figured we can stop to smell the flowers!

So, here is a flower (song) I vibe with.

To find soil (lyrics), search "Keep Trying by Hikaru Utada."

One day, I may try my hand at writing what I feel
and felt when I first heard this song. 
For now, let's just enjoy! 

Thank You, Monty

 

“The Human Spirit Is Indomitable”

I understood careers,

I understood networking,

I understood how impossible dreams could seem…

and then there came Monty Oum.

I do not remember exactly when I first discovered him.

I only remember the feeling was absolute awe.

Here was someone creating worlds,
fight scenes, stories, with passion so visible
that it practically burst through the screen.

Haloid.

Dead Fantasy.

Later, RWBY.

He made things because he loved making them.
And her wasn't that much older to me then.
Still, to the younger me that mattered deeply.

What struck me most was learning that
he had not followed the “expected” path.

No grand credentials.

No perfect roadmap.

Just effort.

Practice.

Creativity.

Persistence.

He dared to try anyway.

And somehow,

that changed my understanding
of what a person could become.

Because the world often teaches us

that value only comes through permission.

Through institutions.

Through validation.

But then there are people like Monty.

People who remind us

that passion itself can become
a force powerful enough

to move others.

He passed far too young.
There were many stories left unfinished.
But I do not believe his spirit disappeared.

Not truly.

Because every creator inspired by him,

every artist emboldened by him,

every dreamer who decided to begin because of him

carries a piece of that spark forward.

And perhaps that is part of immortality, too.

“I believe that the human spirit is indomitable.”

That was his quote, and honestly?

I think he proved it.

So thank you, Monty Oum
and those who carry an essence of his flame.

Thank you for creating because you wanted to create.

Thank you for trying boldly.

Thank you for showing people like me

that even without the “proper” path,

there is still value in passion,

still value in effort,

still value in daring to make something beautiful.

Because of people like you,

many of us learned that trying is not failure.

Trying is the beginning. 🌳

[Expanded Thoughts Below]

Thank You, Stranger

 

Art by E, age 5

“Space to Breathe”

Over the last few days,

I found my original Discord account again.

Old servers. Old memories.

Old versions of myself.

I cleaned through many of them,

something I rarely do.

It felt strange,

like walking through rooms I once lived in

before quietly turning the lights off.

Some of those memories still ache.

There was once a friend

who taught me something important:

that love between people

does not always have to become romance.

That it is possible

to care deeply for someone,

to cherish them fully,

without possession,

without expectation,

without becoming “more.”

I still carry gratitude for that lesson.

And now,

as I step into new spaces again,

I realize how much fear still lingers in me.

Fear of being too much.

Too excited.

Too awkward.

Too different.

Fear that if I speak too quickly,

ask the wrong question,

or show too much enthusiasm,

I will no longer be welcome.

And perhaps what makes it harder

is knowing that sometimes

I do not only feel seen as myself.

Sometimes I feel like

I am being measured

as a reflection of others like me too.

That is difficult to explain to people

who have never carried that feeling.

But it is real.

Still…

despite all of that,

there were people who showed kindness.

People who answered gently.

People who welcomed openly.

People who made space instead of closing it.

And I want to thank them.

Not because they solved everything.

Not because the fear disappeared instantly.

But because kindness matters.

Presence matters.

Grace matters.

Sometimes the greatest gift

is simply allowing another person

room to breathe while they learn

that they are safe to exist as themselves.

So thank you

to those who choose openness.

Thank you to those who lead with kindness.

And thank you to those who understand

that support does not always require fixing someone—

sometimes it simply means standing nearby

while they slowly learn to feel welcome. 🌬️

[Expanded Thoughts Below]

Thank You, Mothers

Art by E, Age 5

“The Mothers Who Raised Me”

Yesterday was Mother’s Day.

I spent much of it working,

helping people, helping families,

helping mothers where I could.

And through it all,

my thoughts kept returning

to the women who shaped me.

My granny especially.

Granny Grans loved people

in a way that felt effortless.

She welcomed.

She comforted.

She made people feel safe.

She did not seem concerned

with status or appearance or wealth.

She simply carried warmth.

And even now,

I realize how much of my own spirit

was influenced by that kind of love.

When I say I want to resonate “granny energy,”

that is what I mean.

A presence that livens rooms.

A presence that allows people to breathe.

Then there is my mother.

Radiant. Gifted. Powerful

in ways words struggle to capture.

She carries music within her.

Light within her.

Part of me still dreams

of helping her share that light

more openly with the world.

And perhaps because of the women around me,

I think often about motherhood itself.

Not only biological motherhood—

but nurturing, guiding,

protecting, and creating.

Right now,

I do not feel called toward raising children directly.

Not yet.

But I do feel called

toward building something

that may help future generations live more gently,

more openly, more connected.

Perhaps this dream of mine

is its own kind of child.

A vision I am trying to raise carefully.

And maybe that too

is worthy of love and dedication.

So today,

I want to thank the mothers in my life.

My granny. My mother. My aunties.

The women who carried faith, care,

resilience, tenderness, and strength.

And thank you as well

to every person who steps into that nurturing role—

regardless of title,

regardless of gender.

The world continues because people choose to care for one another.

And that kind of love

is sacred. 🌱

[Expanded Thoughts Below]

Thank You, Sapphire

 

“Voices That Stay”

There are some voices

that linger in the heart

long after the song ends.

Years ago,

I found a cover song from Kill la Kill.

I do not even think I finished the anime itself,

yet somehow the music stayed with me.

More specifically, her voice stayed with me.

Sapphire.

Her singing felt powerful, warm, alive.

And as someone who loves anime,

it meant something special to hear

someone like me singing these songs.

Representation matters.

Not because permission is needed to exist in those spaces,

but because seeing someone shine there

reminds others that they can, too.

I recently realized that the cover itself was from ten years ago.

An entire decade passed and I don't remember when I first heard it.

I believe I wrote a song fic to it once. 

Fond memories.

At first, I felt a little sadness

seeing that she no longer uploads regularly.

I wondered where life had taken her.

I wondered if she was still singing,

still creating, still happy.

Then I learned she had shifted toward voice acting work.

Toward another dream. Another path.

And honestly? That made me smile.

Because sometimes people do not disappear.

Sometimes they simply grow.

So thank you, Sapphire.

Thank you for sharing your voice with the world.

Thank you for the songs, the passion,

the courage to simply be yourself publicly.

Your voice reached farther than you probably realize.

Even now, years later,

someone is still listening.

Someone is still grateful. 

[Expanded Thoughts Below]

Thank You, Sharing Hope

I didn’t need to say everything today.

I didn’t need to explain every thought

or carry every meaning to the surface.

There were moments

where I could have spoken more

but I tried not to.
I tried.

Not out of fear, but out of respect
for the space, for the people,
and for the moments we shared.

It was still exciting to learn among
people with similar backgrounds.

I am learning

that listening is not waiting to speak.
It is allowing. It is witnessing.
It is trust.

Trust that what is meant to be shared

will come in its time.

I do not have to rush my voice

to prove that it exists.

Today, I showed up.

That was enough.
I am grateful for the space to do so.

[Expanded Thoughts Below]

Thank You, Rick

 

“Common Sense”

I only went in because I had time.

It was on the wall.

I'd seen it before, but I've never gone.

Laundry was spinning so I figured

may as well try it out.

Inside were shelves upon shelves of stories,

thoughts, histories, worlds....

far too many to read in ones life, surely.

Toni Morrison's book Love was there.

I hesitated because I am very aromantic

for now at least.

Perhaps it was about more, surely

but romance is not something for me.

Then I saw Common Sense by Thomas Paine

and realized something very simple:

I had never actually read it.

So I bought some Common Sense.

That alone feels symbolic somehow.

Another book caught my eye too—

The Kick-Ass Writer.

A book with 1001 ways to write better.

I suppose that makes sense too.

Because I am trying to write now.

Not just stories nor ideas,

but something meaningful.

And then there was Rick.

I asked about another kind of book,

and somehow the conversation turned

toward self-help books instead.

He said something that stayed with me.

That many self-help authors talk about success

without speaking enough about the people

who helped them get there.

The mentors.

The supporters.

The quiet hands beneath the ladder.

And I sat there realizing

how deeply important that truth is to me.

Because if I ever write something worthwhile—

if I ever create something that truly helps others—

I do not want to pretend I arrived there alone.

I want to remember every person

who shared wisdom, kindness,

encouragement, and time.

I want to remember people like Rick.

So thank you

for speaking honestly

to a stranger in a bookstore.

You may never know how important your words were,

but they mattered.

May they live on through me. 🌿

[Expanded Thoughts Below]

Thank You, Lions

 

“The Pride We Build”

I do not remember every project.

I do not remember every meeting.

Time has carried many of those details away.

But I remember the feeling.

I remember what it meant

to gather with others

simply because we wanted to help.

Back then, I was a Leo.

Young. Hopeful.

Learning that service could bring people together.

Years later, life circled back around.

A passing moment.

A familiar jacket.

A conversation in a store.

And somehow, the path opened again.

The Lions I know now

are older than I once imagined myself becoming.

Yet many still carry the same desire:

to serve, to uplift,

to leave their community better than they found it.

Even now, I still feel something

when standing for the flag,

when hearing the prayers,

and when seeing people gather

not for themselves, but for others.

Not because the world is perfect,

not because our country is without flaw,

but because there are still people

trying to make things better.

And I want to be one of them.

So thank you

to the Lions and Leos who gave their time,

their energy and their hearts, now and in the past

Thank you for reminding me that service matters.

I am a Lion once again, but

may I continue growing into someone

who helps bridge generations,

who helps people reconnect,

and who remembers that even small acts of care

can strengthen the pride of humankind. 🦁

[Expanded Thoughts Below]

Thank You, Unexpected Time

This morning I woke up.

That alone is a blessing

I was prepared for a full day of routine.

A full day of obligation.

Just another long day within the machine.

And suddenly, a pause.

I got a text. 

Then I sent a text.

Then I made a call.

Hunch verified:

The building closed.

My rhythm halted.

An unexpected opening

at 7:20 in the morning.

The only thing felt was gratitude.

Not because I dislike my work as

there is meaning in helping others.

There is value there, always.

But my heart has been reaching elsewhere.

Toward something growing quietly within me.

An idea. A vision.

A future I wish to cultivate

with my own hands.

This project is not merely work to me.

It is something living.

Something I want to nurture carefully,

day by day.

So thank you

for this interruption.

For this unexpected pocket of time.

For the chance to move one step closer

to what calls my spirit forward.

This morning, possibility arrived early. 

For that, I am ever grateful to the Most High.

[Expanded Thoughts Below]

Thank You, CPAP

Sleep came, but rest did not.

Night passed, yet something within me

struggled quietly for air.

I did not always see it, 

but I always felt it

in the heaviness of waking.

Then came support.

Steady, consistent, unseen,

guiding each breath through the dark.

A machine, yes…

but more than that.

My personal healing chamber.

A bridge to rest, a keeper of rhythm,

a quiet guardian of the night.

Even after time away, one night reminds me:

this is what it feels like to truly recover.

So thank you

for the breath I don’t have to fight for,

for the rest that restores,

for the minds and hands 

that made this possible.

Because of you,

I wake from sleep,

and live life fully again. 

[Expanded Thoughts Below]

Thank You, Bongo Cat

No short, concise wording of this one. Y'all get the raw soil of this path. 

This Bongo Cat game is so adorable. It's so simple. It makes typing fun. I love being able to count how many letters I can type. Even backspaces count towards overall progression. I love being able to just keep track of how many keys I have hit and being able to turn those in for cosmetic skins and emotes. The aesthetics are quite nice. It's just really cute and adorable, and I like it a lot.

I appreciate how nice it is. I also really appreciate the value of it, because it just taught me that the little steps here and there can add up. I only have been playing it for so long, but it's nice being able to see just the fun little rewards, and it really makes me happy.

So thank you to the creators of Bongo Cat for all the aesthetics and the cute little kitties, for the lovely animations, for the emojis, for the ability to party up with friends and to join them when they are also just typing along. It's nice knowing you don't have to go at it alone. I appreciate the fact that Bongo Cat makes that happen. So again, thank you very much.

Thank You, New Treasure Island

I didn't know the words

and I don't know the language

still... there was something felt.

Messages conveyed through vibration.

Music is indeed magic and math.

Large gestures seemingly small

condensed into a moment in existence.

I want to share. 

I want to scream "I hear you!"

I want to...but I can't stop crying.

When I read the translation,

the confirmation and

the meaning reached me.

Those words reached my heart

with a message from ten years ago

carrying messages from farther back.

Everyone is seen. Everyone is felt.

Including me. 

Thank you for speaking to me.

For speaking to all of us

and for reaching me.

[English Translation Below]

Thank you, Random Neighbor

A simple paper bag with a note,

an open invitation for any who needs.

Not needed by one, but enjoyed by another.

In that small exchange, there was care.

Unspoken, unseen, yet deeply felt.

It was a reminder:

kindness doesn’t always call attention.

Sometimes it waits by the stairwell

for whoever may need it.

So thank you

to the one who shared

without knowing who would receive.

Because of you, something small

became something meaningful.

And in that moment,

the world felt

a little more connected. 

[Extended Thoughts Below]

Thank You, Time

Time has not taken from me.

It has given.

Years unfolding, less to prove,

more to understand.

I have learned to loosen the grip

of others’ expectations,

to breathe a little easier

as myself.

There are still moments that sting—

when I measure my reflection

against the world’s designs.

But there is another truth

growing beside that pain:

I am loved as I am.

In laughter with friends,

in quiet moments with myself,

in the unseen presence

that holds me steady.

So I choose

not to meet the world’s measure,

but to create my own.

To move with grace.

To learn with time.

To become without rushing the bloom.

Thank you,

to the years that shape me.

To the feelings that prove I’m alive.

To this day— given, not promised.

Tonight, I begin again.

Thank you, time, my friend.

[Expanded Thoughts Below]