This is not just a story.It is a memory. A quiet echoof real moments once lived, not imagined.

The names you’ll find in these pages are fictional—but the emotions, the places, the silences, the smiles, the missed chances... those are all real. They belong to me. And maybe, in some strange way, they might belong to you too.

This book is a journey—not just of love, but of growth, hesitation, regret, and the small details that change everything. It's about someone who never planned to fall, and someone who never knew they were being fallen for.

It’s messy. It’s raw. It’s personal.But it’strue.

So, as you turn each page, know thisYou are reading the story of a fool. A fool who waited too long. A fool who loved in silence. A fool who still remembers.

Let me relive the past, while you, the readers, simply witness it unfold. Maybe this is what it means to go back in time—to have the power to rewrite the story.

But here’s the catch if I change it, it won’t be my story anymore. Not yours, not mine. It will lose its truth, its meaning.So, I can’t rewrite it, no matter how much I wish I could. All I can do is live through it once more, and let you see it the way it was.I am not with you on this journey. I am back there, living through each moment again, and you are the ones observing, watching it all unfolds through my eyes. As you walk through these pages with me, I ask only this... share your thoughts. What do you see in this story? What resonates with you? What do you see in these pages that I might not have noticed myself? Let your voicebecome part of this journey.

This Isn’t Fiction, Just Names Are.

Nothing happened today either.

That can’t be true, but that is how almost every day feels like nowadays. Just the same repetition of actions that is not worth mentioning. Waking up, going to work, coming home, sleep and repeat. Why did I write it if it was not worth mentioning? Well, worth isn’t everything right? Right...?

Sometimes I wonder if it’s priceless or worthless. Is it the price that I’m trying to debunk or the worth that I’m trying to refuse? Both systems mean so much to so many, but I would rather not follow either. Although I’m able to state such a thing, the very reason for my writing lies deep within those systems. Inconsistency and contradiction are all I’m made of. So... are my daily routines really not worth mentioning? Or should they be worth something? Should I be able to mention them without them having any worth, or should I not?

I honestly don’t know what worth is anymore.

But even so, I do want something from them. If not worth, then some other system. Something that doesn’t have to be measurable. Even if it is considered worthless doesn’t have to mean that it is less important than any other worthful things. You can state whatever. You can feel whatever. It doesn’t have to be wrong or useless, wrong and useless doesn’t have to be all bad. Bad doesn’t have to have the meaning in which people have placed. Importance doesn’t have to be the essence of what gets people’s attention, or what should be kept inside or uttered to the fullest. Something unimportant as my life or my opinions could exist in this world, not because of their weight, but because of the room and space that the world can have.

What did my father say about people's imaginations? About how much space your heart could have...? Right... that is why I wanted to write again. To open up the space that has been filled with something heavy. To remember that I can have extra space in me to write and utter nonsense. Things that could be forgotten in the same moment as they leave me.Today was probably filled with spaces.

Bu bölümde, arkadaşlık ilişkilerimden ve nasıl yalnızlığımla konuşmayı öğrendiğimden bahsedeceğim.

Sevgisiz ve yalnız kalmaya mahkûm olduğumu düşünen bir tek ben değilim. Ama hayat, bir şekilde beni hep o noktaya sürüklüyor. Her defasında çırpınıyorum ama tutunmaya çalıştığım dallar kopuyor ve canımı acıtıyor.

Geçen yıl olsaydı, şu an gerçekten bitik bir halde olurdum. Ama şimdi üniversitedeyim. Ne yazık ki, üniversite benim için bir savaş alanı gibi. Küçüklüğümden beri süregelen akran zorbalığı, dışlanma ve yalnızca işi düştüğünde gelen insanlar... Hayatımın içine çöreklenmiş bu karanlık düşmanlar.

Ben saf biriyim. Hiçbir zaman çıkarım için birine yaklaşmadım. Ama hayatıma giren herkes, sonunda kendi çıkarı doğrultusunda davrandı.

Önceki zorbalıklardan bahsetmek istiyorum. Bana gerçekten büyük bir eziyet yaptılar. Çantama koca harflerle "Öküz" yazdılar. Ten rengim yüzünden aşağılandım. Şimdilerde boyum normal olsa da o zamanlar "Zürafa" diye dalga geçtiler.

Bana küfür ettiler, lakap taktılar, dışladılar ve daha fazlasını yaptılar. Bu yüzden kimseye hakkımı helal etmiyorum. Ben bunu hak etmedim. Hiçbir çocuk bunu hak etmez. Etmemeli!

Yapılan tüm bu yanlışlar ve zorbalıklar cezasını bulmalıydı ama öğretmenler bile sırf ben olduğum için arkamda durmadı. Sınıfta başarılı bir öğrenciydim ve bu da kimilerinin kıskançlığını, kimilerinin işine gelmeyen bir durumu tetikliyordu.

Tüm bu yaşananlar bende derin yaralar bıraktı. Ortaokulda bir olayı unutamıyorum: Bir kız, sınav puanıma bakabilmek için T.C. kimlik numaramı ezberlemişti! Ve bu olayda bile suçlu ben oldum. “Yuh artık!” dedirtecek kadar ileri giden bir durumdu. Neden mi? Çünkü ben... Çünkü benim sessizliğim, kenarda duruşum hedef olmama yetiyordu. İnsanlar kimliğini ezberleyecek kadar ileri giderken, onların haklı çıkması, benimse kenara atılmam… Delirtiyor insanı. Bu hayat, bu insanlar... Bıktım.

Liseye geçtim. Sınıf birincisiydim. Yeni okul, yeni ortam biraz toparlamamı sağladı. Ama arkadaş sıkıntısı lisede de devam etti. Beni iki dakikada satan, yüzüstü bırakan çok insanla karşılaştım. Ve sonunda, insanlardan nefret etmeye başladım. O zaman anladım: Belki de tek olmaya mahkûmum.

En Çok Acıtan İnsanlar Her Zaman En Çok Onlar Hatırlanır!

İnsan kendisine en çok acıyanı ve en çok acıtanı unutamıyor. O yaralar, yük olup sırtına biniyor. Atmak istiyorum, silmek istiyorum ama izi peşimden geliyor. Canım gerçekten çok acıyor...

Kime güvendiysem darbe aldım. Neden bu kadar safım, neden kalbim bu kadar açık... Bilmiyorum.

Hayatımda bir kız vardı. “İşte bu, benim gerçek arkadaşım,” dedim. Çok iyiydik. Ama sonra araya kötü şeyler girdi. Onu üç yıl boyunca en yakın arkadaşım olarak gördüm ama her sene ya barışıp ya da küserek geçti. 3 kez denenir mi gerçekten?

İlk yıl yaptıkları beni pek üzmedi ama ikinci sınıfım tam bir felaketti. Lanet bir yıl yaşadım. Bana çok ağır konuşmalar yaptı, kalbimi kırdı. Neden bana bu kadar düşman oldu bilmiyorum. Çok üzüldüm onun yüzünden çok kötü günler yaşadım.

Üçüncü sınıfta, tüm bu geçmişin etkisi devam etse de yine de konuştum. Malım ya (!) affedersiniz ama ağzımı açsam hakaret edecek kadar ileri gitti. Ben sustum. Her şeyine göz yumdum. Sonra değişti. Şimdi hala bana iğrenç bakışlar atıyor, tuhaf hareketler yapıyor.

Evet, gerçekten “mal” mıyım? Alınmam, merak etmeyin. Ama sonunda bir şey yaptım: Kendim için. Onu hayatımdan tamamen sildim. Artık yüzüne bile bakmıyorum.

Bu sadece ilkiydi. Bir de başkaları var...

Kurtarıcım Sanırken Celladım Olanlar

İkinci sınıfta, en kötü zamanlarımda bir kız vardı. En yakın arkadaşımdı. Tüm dertlerimi, yaşadıklarımı, psikolojik sorunlarımı ona anlattım. Çünkü arkadaşımdı ya...

O zamanlar bana iyi geldi, teşekkür ederim ona. Gerçekten...

Ama bir arkadaş, bir dost, bir insan... Birinin acılarını koz olarak kullanmaz, değil mi?

Ne zaman psikolojik olarak zor bir an yaşasam, bana "Ruh hastası mısın?" gibi sözlerle gelirdi. Sürekli kendini övdü, beni küçümsedi. Sanki beni dinliyor gibi yapıp boş sözler verdi. Ben anlattıkça yoruldum. O benim hem kurtarıcım hem celladım olmuştu.

Okuldan çıktığımda ruhum yorgundu. Çünkü gün boyu her şeye yorum yapan, her şeyin üstüne konuşan biriydi. Ve sonunda bu arkadaşlığı bitirmeye karar verdim. Farklı bir yere oturdum.

Ama çok korkuyordum. Ya gelip sorarsa, beni sıkıştırırsa diye... Ama ne oldu biliyor musunuz? Ne geldi, ne de bir şey sordu. Gayet keyifle başkalarıyla takıldı.

O an anladım ki ben gerçekten yanılmışım. O kadar zaman onunla kalmışım ama o, bir gidişimde bile merak etmemişti. O gün gelip benimle konuşsaydı, belki fikrim değişirdi. Affetmeye hazırdım. Ama o öyle yapmadı. Hatta benden sonra daha da mutluymuş gibi davrandı.

Üstelik takıldığı insanlar benim de arkadaşımdı. Onlara da söyledim: "Sizinle bir sorunum yok." Onlar da okeyledi ama canları istedikçe selam verdiler. O an anladım: Etrafımda bir tane bile gerçek insan yokmuş.

Yalnızlığın Sessiz Gücü:

Tüm bu toksik hayatı geride bıraktığım günden beri çok daha huzurluyum. Kendi dertlerimin üstüne bir de onların hayatlarındaki “mükemmellikleri” dinlemek insanı gerçekten çok yoruyormuş.

Yalnızlıkla konuşmayı öğrendim. En güvenilir dostum yine kendimmiş, bunu anladım.

There are drinks that quench thirst, and there are drinks that comfort. Horlicks, for me, was always the latter. It came not in a wineglass, nor in any ceremonial teacup, but in a slightly chipped mug—one with a cartoon bear peeling at the edges—and it was always warm. Not hot. Not lukewarm. Just warm—the kind of warmth that wraps around you the way a grandmother might, without needing to ask.

When I was little, my grandmother would sometimes make me a drink of Horlicks late at night, especially if I had grown peckish or was angling for a bedtime snack. She always kept a few sachets tucked away in her drawer, nestled among hand cream, lottery tickets, and old receipts—her little treasures. No matter how late it was, or how tired she might have been, she was always delighted to make it for me. Never a sigh, never a delay. She would kneel down to my height, help me stir, and smile as the powder disappeared into the milk, transforming into something familiar, something safe.

Those moments, quiet and unassuming, are now among the most vivid in my memory. The gentle clink of the spoon against the ceramic. The soft hum of the fan overhead. Her patience. Her pride in doing something small, something loving. There was no need for words—just the silent, steadfast reassurance of her presence.

Horlicks was more than a drink; it was her way of saying “I see you,” long before I knew how to say it back. It didn’t matter if I had eaten dinner or not—if I wanted Horlicks, she would always oblige. There was comfort in the ritual, in the repetition. A bond brewed in a humble mug.

Of course, Horlicks was never alone in its quiet ministry. There was Ribena—served ice-cold, its artificial berry flavour staining my lips purple and cloying in the best way possible. Vitasoy came next, that classic soy milk in a rectangular carton, which we would shake vigorously before sipping, as though we were conjuring something more than a drink. And then Milo—Horlicks’ louder cousin. Chocolatey, energetic, never dissolving properly no matter how determined the stirring. Milo belonged to playtime. Horlicks, however, belonged to bedtime.

When I returned to London each September, I brought those tastes with me—smuggled sachets in my suitcase, labels scribbled in Chinese, the scent of my grandmother’s flat lingering in the plastic. But somehow, it never quite tasted the same. The milk was different. The air was colder. And the person making it wasn’t her.

Years have passed. My cupboards now hold glass jars of coffee and imported tea leaves that promise clarity and calm. But some nights—particularly the long ones, when the world feels too large or too loud—I find myself reaching to the back of the shelf for a tin of Horlicks. I heat the milk slowly, as she used to. I stir in the powder gently, watching it dissolve like memory into dream. And as I take that first sip, I am a child again—sitting at the kitchen table in Mong Kok, legs swinging beneath the chair, my grandmother beside me, humming as the night quietens around us.

These are the elixirs of my childhood. Not expensive, not exotic, but imbued with love. They live not in the pantry, but in memory. In warmth. In her hands.

It's going to be alot of question marks. I'm glowing cause I walk in confession of the dark. Mysins are forgiven. My wins are more living. The race game is played out. Thegrace flame is prayed out. Love thy neighbor. The dove blessed my labor.

Be practical. Theysay I'm radical. Had to take a sabbatical. If God don't use you the devil gonconfuse you. I ain't with the antics. My soul gifted make the demons inanguish. They expecting everyone to perish. I'm respecting everyone withcourage.

Intuition I ain't gotno student debt. Superstition folk got secrets they kept. They in submission tothe devil I ain't wept. I get paid commission for the new level cause TheGospel I rep. This ain't smooth sailing. The truth is unveiling.

You think it's acoincidence that Palestine and Palisades are similar. We're on the brink ofdeliverance cause the world is out of mind ain't something I rather say. Takethe veil off. Can't fake what you're made of.

Focus on Christ. Theyload us with dice. God is king what voting rights. I been hurt by them roads. Iwent to church for my soul. Got to search for the gold. I'm talking spiritualenlightenment. I'm walking biblical ain't signing in. Stay blessed. Say less.

Jacob's trouble. Wakeup you ain't seeing double. They in court with that perjury. The bad report isyou need surgery. Only Jesus can heal. When they see us they know it's real. Iain't taking no deal. I'm breaking a portion to share my meal.

Be an instrument ofsalvation. Free the innocent of every nation. If you guilty repent of thatfilthy. A.I. is simulating all types of reality. Pray I make it out thetribulation cause folk think they wiped out eternity. Today is an invitationfor serenity.

The world intriguedcause my heart is unique. It's overtime I still ain't fatigued. I know theywaiting like I'm in the gym. I know they hating like I ain't him. I glow likeI'm skating on the rim. You get tougher as you suffer. For God. They act odd.

I'm biblically sound.I'm spiritually ground. You still waiting for scientists. Truth is stillstating the war is a lion test. You could be tapped in but still capped in.Holy spirit within. They fear it cause the veil lifting.

Without Jesus you acriminal and that ain't a subliminal. You still in the prison of the devil. Yougot to listen on this level. Receive The Gospel. Folk tryna deceive every soul.God will stand in victory. It's hard cause they brand sin's history.

How you running freewhen they vow to summon the sea. God's love is something you got to see. Theheart of dove is what they hunting for the key. The power of the night trynadevour the light. Are you in love with God. Did the dove kiss your star.

I don't know how Godwill use me. I won't bow to their heart cause the devil tryna kiss me. That'sreal zesty. You acting a way to test me. I'm like iron if you tryna press me.The joy of the Lord they tryna stress me. Only God will bless me.

If more people hadthe holy spirit. The war is evil cause they mad you don't fear it. Used to bein the dark streets tryna find heartbeats. Now I'm in the day of light prayingthat I'm living right. Mind your own business. Open the blind to the witness.

Imperishable seed butI'm the last of a dying breed. Don't freak out when the streets is out. Youcan't sneak out when God speaks out. When them files gon leak out. They goingout the way cause the evil they seek out. They scared when you meek out.

Look past the race.The Book is the last of space. Biblical specific. Miracle terrific. The lightis a magnet of souls. The night is a dragnet of souls. Chaos hasn't happenedyet. Playoffs hasn't happened yet. When it gets serious you'll feel thepyramids.

Wonder how Jesusfelt. That thunder make the game melt. It ain't a smooth ride. I'm in the truthwhy hide. Holy spirit with every stride. I won't let it slide. We all got topick a side. Nights I cried. God is the one I confide.

Stay away from thesin. Pray everyday for the win. Even if you take a L at least you know yoursoul won't be in hell. Endure until the end with Christ within. Defend the poorcause the Lord's will on the cross is to repent in the light of where love been.

It feels like Americais a lab experiment. The real don't vibe with the character of spiriting.Acting you like in the truth but bear no fruit. My condolences. We all exist.Tryna leave me in the dark. They won't receive me cause of my heart.

The Gospel is my onlyoption. Every soul should be in holy caution. If I say God anybody can claimthat. It's odd how Illuminati will try to flame that. Jesus is what I want toknow. Folk want to freeze us but we glow. You can mock but our fate gon lock.

Everyday is moresatanic. Always pray don't panic. The world is gon be clocked down officially.The world is done when it's locked officially. God's remnant will be saved.Zion, Mecca and Khemet. All the secrets they kept it. The Gospel I still repit.

The Word is birthedfrom heaven's womb. The world is doomed cause Jesus rose from the tomb. Comingat the game like boom. They running from the name like zoom. The church ismarried to Christ the groom. God's love I search open my heart and make room.

Ask the Lord Jesus totake the wheel. They masked up in the war to grieve us cause we healed. Can'tworry about things you can't control. They get worried when you won't sell yoursoul. You got to grab their attention. It's a trap ain't no ascension.

Now stands for NatureOver World. They took a vow to stand for a New World. I ain't getting confused.They forgetting the sun's infused. I don't play by Illuminati rules. I pray inevery heartbeat I ain't no fool. They tryna slay cause I took off the wool.

Soon they gon enforcelaws. The moon is the source of pulse. You got to grow in Christ. You got toknow your rights. The pain is part of the process. The rain is the start of theharvest. In Jesus name they can't starve us. Holy spirit they can't carve us.

Society is thepharisee calling everything a conspiracy. Psychological operation. Diabolicalstarvation. A lot of gold in the federation. Armageddon ain't no celebration.Y'all forgetting prayer to busy with meditation. It's inevitable. Let themknow.

Smart cities ishappening. Her heart pretty I'm tapping in. Y'all ain't tired of the rodeo.God's saint is wired the Word is gold. I'm still walking Gospel. Jesus bloodspill unlocking every soul. Salvation destroy the average. I ain't scared of nosavage.

What's the final lawbefore the New World Order. They know I know that's why they out of order.Everybody got their own truth. Every valley got their own troop. I don't needno alley oop. Tryna inspire the youth. Rep Jesus in the booth.

Be patient to see theancient. If you can't wait on God then you gon hate on God. It's quite tragicwhen folk die in night magic. The Gospel is awesome. Every soul should blossom.I refuse to do evil. The game reduce to ego. Heart on fire. Dark is a liar.

No cap in the holyspirit. The wrath of God in you they fear it. Folk can't laugh anymore that'swhy they don't hear it. You speak biblical and they want to destroy your spiritual.They hate you cause your life's a miracle. Breaking it down like Jericho.

Behind the scenes.The mind is in the dreams. Stay on the grind I'm on Jesus team. Pray that I seethe sign of what peace is in the streams. The streets is flooded. The beast isblooded. The war is for your soul. The world's love is more cold.

If I don't go thruthe pain. How can I glow in the rain. Just want to know my life ain't in vain.My soul they want slain. Eating sugarcane. So many devils the world is beingdrained. Unconditional love you can't stain. The dove's light is trained.

Open your heart toGod. They hoping the dark will make your life hard. Everybody is dealt cards.We're all meant to be stars. Not industry wise. See with ministry eyes.Whatever your gift. Jesus is no myth. Holy spirit is who I'm with.

She want to kiss me.They want me six feet. Ain't scared of the streets. So many stares when you inpeace. It's rare not to bow down to the beast. In a few then demons gon feast.From the evil you must cease. Where I'm from God is pleased.

There's a mystery inthe land. There's history in the land. We all been thru something. No castingcall I seen thru the pumpkin. Been fasting seen that God is king. I don't careI won't join. I wouldn't dare for a coin. My integrity is spiritual energy.

The peace is heart.The streets is hot. The beast gon rot. No breath is guaranteed. After the egodeath heaven is what you see. Receive The Gospel. Believe with all your soul.To be eternally with God. Return to me when it's dark. Endure like Noah's Ark.

Homerun no matter thepitcher. The chrome sun scatter the stitcher. I'm healed by the love of God.When you real by the dove they act odd. Seeing my reflection. Find the meaningof my rejection. I bind any demon of injection.

Take your fiber causeone mistake is that viper. Stay present don't be hyper. Society got on adiaper. The war is for space and cyber. Her grace got me wanting to wife her.God is closest in the heart. From the start osmosis exposed the dark.

I can't afford toplay. In this war you need to focus and pray. It's gon be the sword that slay.In the heart is where I stay. Jesus is the only Way. No time for a vacay. Thebronze and the clay. This reality is night and day.

Faith of a disciple.Saved by the insightful. The love of many is ice cold. The dove is in my grannycause the price is soul. My spirit ain't cuffed I won't fold. I don't fear it Iknow what the Bible told. Won't bow down. They don't know how to act now.

If you reading thenyou needing this. Return to the heart. Discern who tied the knot. If folk stillmocking God then the yoke is still rocking hard. Repent with reverence. Youshould be focused on the heavens. Eternity is final. Society is vinyl.

The world is digitaland cyber. The Word is critical no diaper. Is Australia next. The cross ain't afailure we blessed. Just do your research. Don't forsake God cause of church.Jesus is unconditional love. They won't brief on the ritual of the dove.

Salvation is first.The world under the ancient curse. It's not funny in any chapter. No money canget you raptured. If that's even the case. We're breathing in God's space.Jesus is returning. In this matrix you must be discerning.

In my heart I'm in ameditative state. In the dark I levitated my fate. Now the light of Christguides me. They made vows but my soul is right so they can't bride me. I'mtapped into the vibration of salvation. Unconditional love for all nations.

Last week, our class had a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity to visit the Thompson Art Gallery, and it was an amazing opportunity for all of us.

The gallery was filled with vibrant paintings, sculptures and installations that reflected various artists' thoughts and creativity. Walking through the gallery felt like stepping into different worlds.

One of the most striking pieces we encountered was a landscape painting, a starry sky that used bold colours, unique shapes and textures to express a powerful emotion. Although the meaning was not clear at first, our guide explained how artists wanted viewers to interpret the piece in their way. This taught me that art isn't what you see on the surface.

The other paintings taught me that we should be thankful for art as it makes us have a beautiful environment.

I forgot this existed 😃

anyways, enjoy this pic of my super duper epic fit from the other day

Flowers bloomed like stars on the field,

if one went missing, no one except those who knew would notice...

or maybe it was lonely like once I was, surrounded by the people whom I thought were close to my hearts.

A lost dream, a lost hope, a field full of flowers yet an empty soul.

"Symphonic Microcosm"

A whirling sentinel of brass and gears,

Winding down into a pattern,

Forever spinning wheels in motion,

A dance of time, like a hour glass ocean.

A bow strikes the strings of vacate violins,

Echoing whispers of forgotten strings

Bass drums thrum without a hand to strike,

Yet resonate deep tone, sounding like a distant earthquake.

Endless cymbals stretch as far as the eye can see,

Their shimmering presence, and ghostly gears turn endlessly.

Harp strings vibrate with not a finger's touch,

A symphony of empty of musicians.

In the heart of this gear driven machine, shadows play,

Pistons pumping in a mechanical opus,

Flutes weave through the air, soft as a sigh,

Clouds of steam cover the star covered dark sky.

My goggles gleam in the dim, flickering light,

As cogs and wheels turn, igniting the night,

A clarion call from the depths of pits of steam and gears and whistles near.

Echoes of a song never heard before carried by the storm seen in the distant fields of wheat.

The orchestra swells, a tide of sound, and rumbles of drums in a near chasm below my feet.

In this symphony of stillness, we are unbound,

Each note a heartbeat, each pause a breath,

In the silence between, we confront our death.

Yet in this vast chamber, life finds its way,

In the symphonic gear driven machine, we dance and sway,

With gears that grind and steam that hisses,

We craft our fate in the rhythm of wishes and dreams we can't see but only hear.

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[Verse]

Sometimes life can be a box of dark secrets

The reason for loud shouts and bitter tears

Sometimes you just need a blink of an eye

To wake up and expose all the lies

This is the thing nobody wants to run into

But someday we’ll have to know the truth

[Pre-Chorus]

Don’t close your eyes, don’t cover your ears

Don’t run away, don’t spend your years

(It doesn’t make sense)

It can find you in any place in the world

And tell you what you’ve never heard

[Chorus]

The truth can hurt, the truth can strike

Everyone knows any lie comes to light

It’s so hard to hear, it’s so hard to speak

It’s always anxious, we’re never ready

To hear some devastating confessions

And torture ourselves with assumptions

[Verse 2]

Sometimes life should make you stressed

A sweet lie can’t lull you 'till the very end

Sometimes you just need a little trigger

To wake up and see the real picture

This is the thing that shatters any illusion

But someday it will inevitably happen

[Pre-Chorus]

Don’t close your eyes, don’t cover your ears

Don’t run away, don’t spend your years

(It doesn’t make sense)

It can find you in any place in the world

And tell you what you’ve never heard

[Chorus]

The truth can hurt, the truth can strike

Everyone knows any lie comes to light

It’s so hard to hear, it’s so hard to speak

It’s always anxious, we’re never ready

To hear some devastating confessions

And torture ourselves with assumptions

[Bridge]

The truth is not always nice

(It may not be a good surprise)

The truth is not always nice

(It may be hard to recognize)

The truth is not always nice

(It may hurt you like a knife)

[Break]

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]

The truth can hurt, the truth can strike

(The truth is not always nice)

Everyone knows any lie comes to light

(It may not be a good surprise)

It’s so hard to hear, it’s so hard to speak

(It may hurt you like a knife)

It’s always anxious, we’re never ready

To hear some devastating confessions

And torture ourselves with assumptions

[Chorus]

The truth can hurt, the truth can strike

(Don’t close your eyes, don’t cover your ears)

Everyone knows any lie comes to light

(Don’t run away, don’t spend your years)

It’s so hard to hear, it’s so hard to speak

(It doesn’t make sense)

It’s always anxious, we’re never ready

To hear some devastating confessions

And torture ourselves with assumptions

[Outro]

The truth can hurt (it can strike)

Oh, oh, oh

The truth can hurt (it's hard to speak)

Oh, oh, oh

The truth can hurt

Astrology, an old practice, has found a new home on the internet. With so many platforms giving personalized readings, horoscopes, and astrological advice, the question arises: Are online astrology platforms accurate?

Let us explore this blog and find the answer to this question.

The Attraction of Online Astrology

Astrology has always attracted individuals towards it. The concept that the placements of celestial bodies at the time of our birth may impact our personality and fate is both interesting and relaxing. This digital age has made it easier than ever to obtain astrological knowledge. Numerous services are available on online astrology websites, including detailed natal chart analysis, astrology chat, to daily horoscopes. These platforms have made astrology more accessible to a wider audience by expanding its use.

How Online Astrology Works

Most online astrology services work by collecting personal information about their users, like their birthdate, time, and location. Using this data, a natal chart is created, which is the foundation for several predictions and analyses. While some companies hire trained astrologers to deliver individualized readings, others use computers to automate this process.

Factors Influencing Accuracy

Quality of Data

Any astrological reading's accuracy is mostly dependent on how accurate the birth information is. A small inaccuracy in the birth time can have a major impact on the natal chart and the reading.

Human Understanding vs. Algorithm

Automated platforms generate readings using algorithms. While these algorithms follow proven astrological principles, they miss the depth and knowledge that a human astrologer offers to individuals. Expert astrologers can offer readings that are more context-sensitive and customized to the individual.

Depth of Analysis

Some platforms just provide basic knowledge, such as daily horoscopes, which are intended for everyone. On the other hand, a thorough natal chart analysis might offer more in-depth and unique insights. From platform to platform, the level of analysis differs significantly.

Astrological Tradition

There are differences in technique and readings among various astrological traditions, such as Vedic, Chinese, and Western. The platform's dedication to tradition may have an impact on the predictions' accuracy and personal importance.

Pros and Cons of Online Astrology Platforms

Pros

Cons

Individual Experience and Belief

In the end, opinions on how accurate online astrology platforms are differ and are subjective. While some people may find these platforms to be very helpful in providing direction and knowledge, others could find them to be weak and insufficient. How accurate one believes these readings to be depends in large part on their own personal astrological beliefs.

Extra Advice on Selecting an Online Astrology Platform

By following these methods, you can discover an online astrology platform that suits your requirements and gives the most exact information for your astrological journey.

Conclusion

Are online astrology platforms accurate? The answer is complex. The accuracy might vary depending on several factors, such as the platform's approach, the user's own views, and the quality of the data, even if they provide a straightforward way to gain astrological knowledge. A professional astrologer may be a better choice for people looking for more in-depth and specialized advice. The usefulness of online astrological platforms depends on how they are used and the situation in which their lessons are applied.