Nakk
@na-kk.bsky.social
I am a candle.
Somewhere, there may be a star that shines bright enough.
"Life Before Death. Journey Before Destination."
Somewhere, there may be a star that shines bright enough.
"Life Before Death. Journey Before Destination."
I find myself paying for Peace with Passion, and for Passion with Peace.
The more of one I seek, the less of the other I get.
When I have one in plenty, it seems common and insufficient.
Ever gazing beyond the fence with longing.
The more of one I seek, the less of the other I get.
When I have one in plenty, it seems common and insufficient.
Ever gazing beyond the fence with longing.
December 22, 2025 at 12:14 AM
I find myself paying for Peace with Passion, and for Passion with Peace.
The more of one I seek, the less of the other I get.
When I have one in plenty, it seems common and insufficient.
Ever gazing beyond the fence with longing.
The more of one I seek, the less of the other I get.
When I have one in plenty, it seems common and insufficient.
Ever gazing beyond the fence with longing.
["The question is not whether you will love, hurt, dream, and die.
It is:
What will you love?
Why will you hurt?
When will you dream?
And;
How will you die?
You cannot choose the destination. Only the path. This is your choice."]
It is:
What will you love?
Why will you hurt?
When will you dream?
And;
How will you die?
You cannot choose the destination. Only the path. This is your choice."]
November 17, 2025 at 5:51 PM
["The question is not whether you will love, hurt, dream, and die.
It is:
What will you love?
Why will you hurt?
When will you dream?
And;
How will you die?
You cannot choose the destination. Only the path. This is your choice."]
It is:
What will you love?
Why will you hurt?
When will you dream?
And;
How will you die?
You cannot choose the destination. Only the path. This is your choice."]
Sometimes, a hypocrite is a hypocrite.
Sometimes, a hypocrite is simply someone in the process of changing.
Sometimes, a hypocrite is simply someone in the process of changing.
November 17, 2025 at 2:07 PM
Sometimes, a hypocrite is a hypocrite.
Sometimes, a hypocrite is simply someone in the process of changing.
Sometimes, a hypocrite is simply someone in the process of changing.
Expectations are like fine pottery.
They are beautiful! They inspire!
Yet they are delicate.
The harder they are held, the more likely they are to be broken.
They are beautiful! They inspire!
Yet they are delicate.
The harder they are held, the more likely they are to be broken.
November 12, 2025 at 1:39 PM
Expectations are like fine pottery.
They are beautiful! They inspire!
Yet they are delicate.
The harder they are held, the more likely they are to be broken.
They are beautiful! They inspire!
Yet they are delicate.
The harder they are held, the more likely they are to be broken.
"How our hearts sing in the chaos!"
October 16, 2025 at 2:49 PM
"How our hearts sing in the chaos!"
Instinct should be considered as an opinion; neither as moral mandate or corrupting influence.
September 22, 2025 at 12:25 PM
Instinct should be considered as an opinion; neither as moral mandate or corrupting influence.
Cold logic is as dangerous as hot emotion.
Both are prone to shattering, and the shards cut deep.
Both are prone to shattering, and the shards cut deep.
August 22, 2025 at 1:48 AM
Cold logic is as dangerous as hot emotion.
Both are prone to shattering, and the shards cut deep.
Both are prone to shattering, and the shards cut deep.
My body is an instrument.
Everything else is just details.
Everything else is just details.
August 11, 2025 at 2:14 AM
My body is an instrument.
Everything else is just details.
Everything else is just details.
How do I contend with something I believe to be true?
No matter that I know it does me harm. No matter that it brings me pain.
When I have faith in agony and fear of the unknown?
My grasp either too firm or too gentle.
Ever do I feel the answer slipping between my fingers.
No matter that I know it does me harm. No matter that it brings me pain.
When I have faith in agony and fear of the unknown?
My grasp either too firm or too gentle.
Ever do I feel the answer slipping between my fingers.
July 30, 2025 at 3:17 PM
How do I contend with something I believe to be true?
No matter that I know it does me harm. No matter that it brings me pain.
When I have faith in agony and fear of the unknown?
My grasp either too firm or too gentle.
Ever do I feel the answer slipping between my fingers.
No matter that I know it does me harm. No matter that it brings me pain.
When I have faith in agony and fear of the unknown?
My grasp either too firm or too gentle.
Ever do I feel the answer slipping between my fingers.
Crumbs. Always crumbs. Why is it always crumbs?
July 30, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Crumbs. Always crumbs. Why is it always crumbs?
Good Morning Friends-
Friends of Friends-
Kind and Wounded Souls.
Which are thee?
You may not see.
But in your heart you know.
Friends of Friends-
Kind and Wounded Souls.
Which are thee?
You may not see.
But in your heart you know.
April 29, 2025 at 3:31 PM
Good Morning Friends-
Friends of Friends-
Kind and Wounded Souls.
Which are thee?
You may not see.
But in your heart you know.
Friends of Friends-
Kind and Wounded Souls.
Which are thee?
You may not see.
But in your heart you know.
Must pain always be the best motivator?
Do joy and wonderment not exist only in contrast to their opposites?
I choose to hope for a perspective in which the opposite seems true.
Suffering, pain, anguish, anxiety. All of these exist, but only in contrast to their opposites.
A glass half full.
Do joy and wonderment not exist only in contrast to their opposites?
I choose to hope for a perspective in which the opposite seems true.
Suffering, pain, anguish, anxiety. All of these exist, but only in contrast to their opposites.
A glass half full.
April 23, 2025 at 12:08 PM
Must pain always be the best motivator?
Do joy and wonderment not exist only in contrast to their opposites?
I choose to hope for a perspective in which the opposite seems true.
Suffering, pain, anguish, anxiety. All of these exist, but only in contrast to their opposites.
A glass half full.
Do joy and wonderment not exist only in contrast to their opposites?
I choose to hope for a perspective in which the opposite seems true.
Suffering, pain, anguish, anxiety. All of these exist, but only in contrast to their opposites.
A glass half full.
"Nihilism" is like "Racism", but for existence.
Yeah, that seems like I should post it online.
Yeah, that seems like I should post it online.
April 4, 2025 at 2:47 AM
"Nihilism" is like "Racism", but for existence.
Yeah, that seems like I should post it online.
Yeah, that seems like I should post it online.
Each breakdown is not a failure, but an opportunity. Not all is preserved, but neither is all lost.
Melted down.
Reforged.
Renewed.
Born again.
The same material.
A different form.
The mix is different this time. Impurities removed. Impurities added.
Experiment. See what works, Soul Smith.
Melted down.
Reforged.
Renewed.
Born again.
The same material.
A different form.
The mix is different this time. Impurities removed. Impurities added.
Experiment. See what works, Soul Smith.
March 21, 2025 at 11:16 PM
Each breakdown is not a failure, but an opportunity. Not all is preserved, but neither is all lost.
Melted down.
Reforged.
Renewed.
Born again.
The same material.
A different form.
The mix is different this time. Impurities removed. Impurities added.
Experiment. See what works, Soul Smith.
Melted down.
Reforged.
Renewed.
Born again.
The same material.
A different form.
The mix is different this time. Impurities removed. Impurities added.
Experiment. See what works, Soul Smith.
I am, every fragment of me, whole.
In this puzzle made of only one piece, can there be space for anything beyond?
In this puzzle made of only one piece, can there be space for anything beyond?
February 25, 2025 at 3:12 PM
I am, every fragment of me, whole.
In this puzzle made of only one piece, can there be space for anything beyond?
In this puzzle made of only one piece, can there be space for anything beyond?
I mourn those little flickers of thought and wisdom.
A spark, realization, wonder, and gone.
A spark, realization, wonder, and gone.
February 25, 2025 at 2:45 PM
I mourn those little flickers of thought and wisdom.
A spark, realization, wonder, and gone.
A spark, realization, wonder, and gone.
Use the flow of the river for a time, if you must. Beware what lies beyond the next turn.
Be willing to go to the shore and walk awhile.
It may seem slower in the sort term, but there may yet be a route that suits you far better.
Be willing to go to the shore and walk awhile.
It may seem slower in the sort term, but there may yet be a route that suits you far better.
February 22, 2025 at 1:26 AM
Use the flow of the river for a time, if you must. Beware what lies beyond the next turn.
Be willing to go to the shore and walk awhile.
It may seem slower in the sort term, but there may yet be a route that suits you far better.
Be willing to go to the shore and walk awhile.
It may seem slower in the sort term, but there may yet be a route that suits you far better.
We tend to lie to ourselves before we lie to others.
All justifications and deceit flow from that tainted wellspring.
It will carry you easily to be certain, that winding river.
You will have little control when winding river turns to rapids.
Nor when rapids pour over into the abyss.
All justifications and deceit flow from that tainted wellspring.
It will carry you easily to be certain, that winding river.
You will have little control when winding river turns to rapids.
Nor when rapids pour over into the abyss.
February 21, 2025 at 1:40 PM
We tend to lie to ourselves before we lie to others.
All justifications and deceit flow from that tainted wellspring.
It will carry you easily to be certain, that winding river.
You will have little control when winding river turns to rapids.
Nor when rapids pour over into the abyss.
All justifications and deceit flow from that tainted wellspring.
It will carry you easily to be certain, that winding river.
You will have little control when winding river turns to rapids.
Nor when rapids pour over into the abyss.
The yawning abyss before you, no easy path forward.
Within is the capability to build the bridge that will allow passage across.
It may take a little help, though. Perhaps from those on the other side? Perhaps from those not yet crossed?
Many hands makes for lighter work.
Within is the capability to build the bridge that will allow passage across.
It may take a little help, though. Perhaps from those on the other side? Perhaps from those not yet crossed?
Many hands makes for lighter work.
February 21, 2025 at 1:28 PM
The yawning abyss before you, no easy path forward.
Within is the capability to build the bridge that will allow passage across.
It may take a little help, though. Perhaps from those on the other side? Perhaps from those not yet crossed?
Many hands makes for lighter work.
Within is the capability to build the bridge that will allow passage across.
It may take a little help, though. Perhaps from those on the other side? Perhaps from those not yet crossed?
Many hands makes for lighter work.
Synapses crackle, thoughts coalesce.
Through the absent murk of nonexistence.
Against the ravaging tide of is and is-not.
A giddy laugh, an anguished cry.
A declaration of war upon self and other alike.
Through the absent murk of nonexistence.
Against the ravaging tide of is and is-not.
A giddy laugh, an anguished cry.
A declaration of war upon self and other alike.
February 18, 2025 at 1:25 PM
Synapses crackle, thoughts coalesce.
Through the absent murk of nonexistence.
Against the ravaging tide of is and is-not.
A giddy laugh, an anguished cry.
A declaration of war upon self and other alike.
Through the absent murk of nonexistence.
Against the ravaging tide of is and is-not.
A giddy laugh, an anguished cry.
A declaration of war upon self and other alike.
An ever-longing for resonance.
Let it sit alone awhile.
The vibration will fall out of phase.
Different forces, different trajectory.
A different existence entirely.
Let it sit alone awhile.
The vibration will fall out of phase.
Different forces, different trajectory.
A different existence entirely.
January 13, 2025 at 11:56 PM
An ever-longing for resonance.
Let it sit alone awhile.
The vibration will fall out of phase.
Different forces, different trajectory.
A different existence entirely.
Let it sit alone awhile.
The vibration will fall out of phase.
Different forces, different trajectory.
A different existence entirely.
Subjectivity is a...
Bastard isn't the right word.
Subjectivity is a wretched, bush-league monopolist.
Could say that about a lot of things, though.
Bah.
Bastard isn't the right word.
Subjectivity is a wretched, bush-league monopolist.
Could say that about a lot of things, though.
Bah.
January 13, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Subjectivity is a...
Bastard isn't the right word.
Subjectivity is a wretched, bush-league monopolist.
Could say that about a lot of things, though.
Bah.
Bastard isn't the right word.
Subjectivity is a wretched, bush-league monopolist.
Could say that about a lot of things, though.
Bah.
O' how pride in separation lingers.
January 13, 2025 at 12:24 PM
O' how pride in separation lingers.