The brightest Star...

The other night, I was watching Brightest Star by Chris Lowell, and I couldn't help but pick up a lot of lessons about life and love. I mean, I sat there for an hour and twenty minutes taking in the lovely teachings by Chris and Rose McIver; I must say I was more engrossed than enthralled.

One that I picked up ten minutes into the movie was this quote,” Just like the stars, the brightest ones are the most fleeting, and collapse into the biggest, deepest black holes”. Well, the first harsh reality that hit me, hard as it was, life is unfair.

“ We have fun, we go out, we get drunk and then we are erased. So we start over, like detectives, we inspect this open and close the case, and when we start to fade, the mob that we have made, our hearts would lose the shape, and then we are erased. We are erased…

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Minutes later, I couldn't help but gather that Like a permanent smear; we always know, when we start dating, just like art, oil pesto, that we can smear, green like spring green, with the hint of crimson… Permanent to the eye, washes away with any liquid that someday, we are going to feel sad; unhappy and mad at ourselves, for being so dumb, for laying our hearts open, to pain, heart breaks and even to ourselves.

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I hate that I am good at things that I don’t care about, and terrible at things that I do.

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When we close our eyes, we seem to see everything clearly; I mean life as a whole, when our eyes are wide open, our vision gets clouded. We know where to look, but sometimes looking as far away as we can is just a way of ignoring what is right in front of us.

There is a certain order and beauty to the universe, the way things move. Orbits and patterns, predetermined for eons more even, 200 billion stars in our galaxy, and the billions more beyond, still hold their wonderful meaning.

But my true course, the one I chart, it is set in motion, and I am ready. Ready for whatever comes next!

Happy Valentine's Ya'll!!

Loughran!

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For starters, happy new year. I have been mulling on doing a piece on intentionality for a while and, for sure, I have mentioned a bit of it to those that I have struck deeper notes of life with. Well, in brief, intentionality is a philosophical concept that refers to the capacity of the mind to be directed toward an object, idea, or state of affairs. It is a fundamental aspect of consciousness, enabling individuals to have thoughts about something, engage in purposeful actions, and maintain focus on specific goals or outcomes. Originating from the work of philosopher Franz Brentano in the 19th century, intentionality distinguishes mental phenomena from physical phenomena by highlighting the inherent directedness or "aboutness" of mental states. In everyday life, intentionality manifests in our ability to plan, deliberate, and navigate complex social interactions, as it involves both conscious and unconscious mental processes that guide behaviours and decision-making. In tha...

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Close your eyes, feel the moment, stay there.

There’s a distant ache, a whisper of something just beyond reach—a longing for the unseen, a familiar yet ungraspable presence. The soul stirs, restless, as though caught in a web of yearning and quiet hope, searching for what it cannot name. Rumi’s words echo gently: "Close your eyes. Fall in love. Stay there." And so, I close my eyes, trusting that this ache, this distant ripple, isn’t emptiness but a bridge. It leads me inward, where contentment exists without boundaries, beyond the need for form or reason. Here, within this sacred quiet, my heart opens to the fullness of things I cannot see but deeply feel—an eternal radiating quiet, a steadfast peace, a silent connection to the unseen. Perhaps the longing is a call to soften, to surrender to the beauty in not knowing. In closing my eyes, I am reminded that some journeys are not about seeking outward but unfolding within. And in this inner space, love holds me still, whispers, and asks only one thing: "Stay here....

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