Life is too short to miss a beat, so keep dancing! 🌸 #damus #freedom #nostr #grownostr

Continuing with this series of thought-provoking questions aimed at expanding critical thinking skills and exploring philosophical ideas, I invite you to join me on this journey of intellectual growth! Question 16: Should terminally ill patients be able to choose death? #nostr #damus #grownostr #asknostr #freedom #thoughts #debate

Seeking Sponsorship for Assisted Dying: A Nihilistic Perspective In a world indifferent to our existence, where meaning is an arbitrary construct and suffering often outweighs joy, the question of when to exit should be a personal right. Nihilism teaches us that life holds no inherent value—only the meaning we assign to it. If that meaning is lost, should we not have the autonomy to leave with dignity? For those without financial means, assisted dying remains an inaccessible privilege. If any individuals or organizations align with this perspective and are willing to sponsor or fund this final act of agency, I am seeking assistance. If you know of resources, funding opportunities, or alternative pathways, I would appreciate your guidance. Existence is optional. For some, opting out is the most rational choice. #AssistedDying #Nihilism #ExitRights #damus #nostr #grownostr

Manwashed: The Framework of the Value System in Society Our eyes open for the first time to a man who lifts us by our feet, imprinting on them our address on the earth— a world whose system was first created by its Creator, named upon Himself, and completed by His opposite, who dared not name himself anything but upon Him too, in deep arrogance, refusing even to claim the title of the master of sinners and the messenger of corruption in souls! Oh, forgive me—I meant the world. His feminine shadows applaud his knowledge and skills, leaving behind the panting breath of a shadow that, from within his darkness, brought forth a light illuminating his face—only to become another number in the encyclopedia of the white man’s achievements! Pardon me—I meant the men wearing white coats! Today's Friday's mood board highlights landmarks beyond the horizons of those in white coats and reveals how the light of feminine shadows formed from a cascade of crimson wine, flowing in a place like heavens floating above the clouds—intoxicating the mind, making one drunk merely from dreaming of it. A paradise so majestic it extinguished the fire of the master of sinners, who, overcome by beauty, forged a pact with the suppliers of white coats—granting them permission to seize it, weave its silk, sell its musk-laden breeze, and unravel its curves, erasing its very essence! #damus #nostt #nostr #grownostr #freedom #artstr #art #ValueSystem #SocietalReflections #PhilosophicalPoetry #CulturalCritique #FemininePower #WhiteCoatMyth #PoeticProse #DecolonizeThought #FridayMoodboard #DamusThoughts #NostrPoetry #ShadowAndLight

Manwashed: The Framework of the Value System in Society Our eyes open for the first time to a man who lifts us by our feet, imprinting on them our address on the earth— aworld whose system was first created by its Creator, named upon Himself, and completed by His opposite, who dared not name himself anything but upon Him too, in deep arrogance, refusing even to claim the title of the master of sinners and the messenger of corruption in souls! Oh, forgive me—I meant the world. His feminine shadows applaud his knowledge and skills, leaving behind the panting breath of a shadow that, from within his darkness, brought forth a light illuminating his face—only to become another number in the encyclopedia of the white man’s achievements! Pardon me—I meant the men wearing white coats! Today's Friday's mood board highlights landmarks beyond the horizons of those in white coats and reveals how the light of feminine shadows formed from a cascade of crimson wine, flowing in a place like heavens floating above the clouds—intoxicating the mind, making one drunk merely from dreaming of it. A paradise so majestic it extinguished the fire of the master of sinners, who, overcome by beauty, forged a pact with the suppliers of white coats—granting them permission to seize it, weave its silk, sell its musk-laden breeze, and unravel its curves, erasing its very essence! #damus #nostt #nostr #grownostr #freedom #artstr #art #ValueSystem #SocietalReflections #PhilosophicalPoetry #CulturalCritique #FemininePower #WhiteCoatMyth #PoeticProse #DecolonizeThought #FridayMoodboard #DamusThoughts #NostrPoetry #ShadowAndLight #questionthesystem

Traditions and beliefs evolve into instinctive behaviors, forming a curse or blessing that renews with each awakened eye. This Wednesday’s “mood board” showcases our connection to a blessed curse, highlighting the beauty of arts, colors, and faces shaped by our ancestors' pain in affirming existence through us. #nostr #asknostr #damus #grownostr #introductions #bitcoin #art #thoughts #freedom #life

STIFLING ILLUSION Life suffocates me with beliefs and boredom I feast on my fingernails and drink from The water of the mirage Weary of the cycle of fear that drags me back to the beginning And away from the end. How can I wake up and my dreams are mixed with reality? How can I wake up while living in a reality that does not resemble me? #damus #nostr #grownostr #bitcoin #freedom #poetry #introductions #art

Arabic music truly captivates the soul!

“The Season of Interconnectedness: Destruction and Creation” As a new season unfolds, the cold intensifies, bringing with it a heavy silence. This stillness stirs a deep longing for a land that is no longer ours, a place cherished and remembered. Faces are etched with yearning, each reflecting a desire for a refuge intertwined with the roots of a history that traces back to the very dawn of what we now identify as our distinctive mind. A serotonin void lingers within us, as shadows once again creep into the depths of our awareness. They claim the last remnants of our sanity, enveloping our minds in a haze of uncertainty and dread. The flood is coming, poised to shatter what little patience remains. This deluge will wash away the ties that bind us to our current reality, leaving destruction in its wake. Yet, in this chaos, one must wonder: can ruin serve as the very beginning of creation? Saturday Moadboard: Reminiscing about a heritage that is deeply rooted within those who have experienced it brings forth a rich tapestry of cultural diversity. This reflection evokes a longing for the sounds of our ancestors, a call for their protection that transcends our earthly realm, reaching out to the mysteries of the fifth dimension. #damus #nostr #writing #grownostr #bitcoin #MentalHealthAwareness #existentialreflection #newbeginnings #healingjourney #philosophyoflife #poetryofexistence #selfdiscover

Conflict Between Absence and Presence: A State Of Being In the darkness of existence, I see only one light—a faint flicker that lies beneath the surface. The warmth in people’s eyes and the love they offer no longer suffice for me. My soul seeks safety in the gaze of ghosts that have already claimed their share of this existence. Every breath, every glance, every word feels like a debt weighing on my shoulders, and the accumulation of these debts only drains my body further. My soul remains untouched by fatigue, pain, or hardship. Instead, it carries the weight of a hope that never arrives, a dream confined to the boundaries of my pillow. In this reality, all I have are memories, colored and shaped to align with my delusions. Darkness surrounds me—black, elusive, without form, name, or history. I do not recall her as a child, silent—this is all I know of her. I do not remember her face, her sadness, or her sorrow. I have painted her, given her memories, so that my mind can build a foundation from her, guiding me on this journey. Now, my colors are complete, revealing the truth—the ugliness, the fear, the imbalance. These qualities mirror the earth’s core, my refuge, my home. There is no light to save me, and the darkness will not enlighten me. Loneliness, nothingness, dissolution, and destruction—these are my true colors. I have no place in the human system on the surface. I am not human. I am not flesh. I am nothingness. I am emptiness. I am darkness—seconds before the explosion. #damus #nostr #grownostr #poetry #decentralization #opensource #existence #philosophy #bitcoin #poem

Conflict Between Absence and Presence: A State Of Being In the darkness of existence, I see only one light—a faint flicker that lies beneath the surface. The warmth in people’s eyes and the love they offer no longer suffice for me. My soul seeks safety in the gaze of ghosts that have already claimed their share of this existence. Every breath, every glance, every word feels like a debt weighing on my shoulders, and the accumulation of these debts only drains my body further. My soul remains untouched by fatigue, pain, or hardship. Instead, it carries the weight of a hope that never arrives, a dream confined to the boundaries of my pillow. In this reality, all I have are memories, colored and shaped to align with my delusions. Darkness surrounds me—black, elusive, without form, name, or history. I do not recall her as a child, silent—this is all I know of her. I do not remember her face, her sadness, or her sorrow. I have painted her, given her memories, so that my mind can build a foundation from her, guiding me on this journey. Now, my colors are complete, revealing the truth—the ugliness, the fear, the imbalance. These qualities mirror the earth’s core, my refuge, my home. There is no light to save me, and the darkness will not enlighten me. Loneliness, nothingness, dissolution, and destruction—these are my true colors. I have no place in the human system on the surface. I am not human. I am not flesh. I am nothingness. I am emptiness. I am darkness—seconds before the explosion.

Today, I watched my students step into their final discussions, marking the end of their academic journey. From curious beginners to confident designers, they've grown into true artists. I'm so proud of how far they've come. Now, it's their time to shine in the world. Grateful to have been part of their journey-go out and make your mark! #Graduation #ProudLecturer #NewBeginnings #interiordesign #visualdesign #lecturer #damus #nostr #grownostr

Welcome to the 17 days of darkness till Halloween. Each day, a new poem unfolds. Let the shadows speak Day1: “Breaking the Walls: A Challenge to Fate” It’s time to close the windows. Destruction is the only way to rebuild. No more hiding. I accept the challenge, and now fate must choose: will it end me, or endure my revenge? What walls have you been staring through? Do you believe in destruction as a path to renewal? Or is there another way? Drop your thoughts below and let’s unravel this together. Welcome to 18 days of Halloween shadows. 🕸️👁️ #DarkPoetry #HalloweenSeason #PoetryOfRevenge #Day1 #SpookyVibes #PoetryCommunity #WriterChallenge #OctoberPoetry #HalloweenCountdown #PoetryChallenge #WritersOfInstagram #PoetryLovers #DarkAesthetic #AutumnVibes #SpookySeason #HauntedThoughts

I’ve turned my journey through war, depression, and rebirth into Cello Before Suicide, a visual poetry album that’s about healing and survival. 🌑🎻 Help bring this project to life. Join the cause here: https://gofund.me/86304aa4 #HealingThroughArt #Poetry #MentalHealthAwareness #WarSurvivor #Crowdfunding #SupportCreatives #ArtForChange #Rebirth #Damus #Cello #nostr #grownostr #opensource #decentralization

🎻 Cello + Visual Poetry = Something Awesome. We’re LIVE on Geyser! Help me turn this wild, emotional project into reality. There’s a cello, powerful visuals, and hey, you’re also helping people in need. It’ll be worth it—I mean, where else do you get cello therapy? 🤷🏾‍♀️ Don’t miss out—who doesn’t want a bit of cello therapy? Happy Tuesday!! 💕

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Help Me Bring Cello Before Suicide to Life! I am excited to announce that Cello Before Suicide, a visual poetry project that weaves together spoken word, calligraphy, and the deep resonance of the cello, is now live on Geyser for crowdfunding! This project is an artistic exploration of depression, war, existence, and rebirth, with every piece of calligraphy symbolizing the emotional journey we all go through. With your support, I can produce a full visual album that brings this transformative experience to life. Every contribution helps me move closer to delivering this deeply personal and spiritually rich project to the world. Why Fund It? Your donations will go directly toward: • Professional art production • Soundtrack creation with live cello performances • Visual direction and post-production • Support for war-affected individuals Click the link to contribute and be part of this creative journey! Let’s bring the Cello Before Suicide visual poetry album to life together.

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How long will I remain behind the walls, looking at the world through the window of my eyes that overlook the fences of laws? It’s time to close the windows. Destruction is the solution, to rebuild anew. No more hiding, I accept the challenge with fate. It must choose between ending me or enduring my revenge. Happy Thursday! #damus #nostr #grownostr #bitcon #introductions #poetry #thoughts #life #writing #anger

STUBBORNNESS My heart struggles within the circle of duality Random and uncompromising, Mixed with white and black Gray, cold in front of the fire of your desire. Wishing you a fantastic start to the week! Happy Monday! #damus #nostr #grownostr #introductions #bitcoin #poetry #life #love #writing #lailanite #writingcommunity