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PHILOPHOBIA!

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Image: Art station By NJ Philos is a Greek word meaning loving/beloved Phobia is Greek word for fear Love, in its purest form, is a force that can elevate the human spirit to heights of indescribable joy and fulfillment. It can be the catalyst for profound personal transformation, a beacon of hope in a world often shrouded in uncertainty. Yet, for some, love is not a sanctuary but a battlefield, where the heart is a fragile soldier scarred by the specters of past betrayals and shattered dreams. This profound fear of falling in love, known as philophobia, is a silent adversary that haunts the corridors of their souls. Philophobia is not merely a reluctance to commit or a fleeting apprehension about vulnerability; it is an all-encompassing dread that immobilizes the heart. Those who suffer from this fear often find themselves trapped in an emotional purgatory, where the yearning for connection is perpetually at war with the terror of intimacy. The heart, once capable of bound...

THERE ALMOST ALWAYS COMES A TIME TO MOVE ON!!

POETRY!! Image: Medium By NJ I met somebody new and they asked me if I was still in love with you   Without hesitation, I answered NO, and although it was the truth, it felt a little like betrayal   And although I didn't lie, it felt a little wrong to say   I'm beginning to realize that to say I do not love you is not to say that I never did   I think there's always going to be a loyal piece of my heart living in the past that still calls you "mine"   To say that I'm not in love with you now does not speak for the past, it speaks for me in this moment   And I won't lie, it hurts to say, but who I was when I was in love with you isn't who I am today   I now know that this is how it works; you don't get to keep everyone in your life forever   There are some people that are just meant to be a sunrise for you, a light to pull you out of darkness   There are friends, lovers, relationships that are seaso...

YOU KEPT PRAYING FOR CHANGE AND THEN JUST IGNORED THE EXIT SIGN!!

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POETRY!! Image: Family friend poems By NJ You always said you were held up, or couldn't make time, or did you just not want to? Just say the truth, the only reason you kept me around way too long was because I was an ego stroke for you But "Congratulations sweetheart", "You did so great" Truth, the only reason I fell in love with you was because my soulmate was running late, and so I thought you were her, same energy at the beginning And you could've been my soulmate but you always seemed to hate winning, that's unfortunate truly because your words and actions didn't align You kept praying for a change and then just ignored the exit sign So you kept going down the road of only dead ends God gave you a soulmate and you returned him as "just friends" And then wanted him back, things don't really work that way "baby" Or was it all just a lie?! Maybe You know heaven said I should never go back to you, So I didn't I...

BORN TO BE A LOVER BOY, FORCED TO WALK AWAY!!

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POETRY!! Image: GoodTherapy By NJ   I was born to be a lover boy but I was forced to walk away   Because there were better things to do than convincing somebody to stay, the person that you knew   So even when I thought about it, even if I cared, I didn't let it show, because your lack of effort was incredibly unfair   And I say that because it was oscillating somewhere between friends and more   Just enough effort that kept me wanting but not as genuine of an effort as before   So then I stood at a crossroads between what I wanted and what I needed   I wanted you to be on the same road but I wasn't sure where that would have led because I think I would have been too good at it   That's the worst part of all, to have a genuine heart and have to convince it not to fall   And then I always forget anyway that there won't be a safety mat on the ground   So as I was doing cartwheels in ...

LETTING GO ISN'T GIVING UP!!🖤🥀

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STORYTIME!! Image: Lover of Sadness By NJ Jay sat alone on the park bench, the winter chill seeping through his coat, but the cold didn’t bother him. His thoughts were far away, lost in the memories of a time when everything seemed simpler, warmer. He watched as children played in the court, their laughter a stark contrast to the heaviness in his heart. It had been three years plus since he first met Elle. They had been college freshmen, drawn to each other by a mutual love for journalism, photography and late-night walks. Their connection had been instant and intense, a whirlwind romance that felt like a fairy tale. They spent endless nights talking about their dreams, sharing their fears, and building a love that seemed unbreakable. But as time went on, life began to chip away at the edges of their perfect story. After graduation, Jay decided to perfect his graphic design skills and photography skills at some organization while also figuring out what next, while Elle land...

GREATEST FREEDOM FIGHTERS OF ALL TIME!

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The Heartbeat: A New Pulse of Freedom! By NJ Image: Jewish Journal Greetings, Heartbeat readers! It's been a while since we last connected, but today, we're reigniting the spirit of activism and the relentless pursuit of justice. As Kenyans, particularly the Gen Z generation, we find ourselves at a critical juncture, rejecting the Finance Bill 2024. This is not just a stand against financial policies but a fight for our freedoms and future. In moments like these, we draw inspiration from the world's greatest freedom fighters—individuals whose courage and vision transcended their time and circumstances. Their legacy reminds us of the power of collective action and the unwavering belief in justice. Let's revisit the lives of three monumental figures: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr., and Nelson Mandela, whose struggles and triumphs continue to inspire. Mahatma Gandhi: The Force of Nonviolent Resistance Mahatma Gandhi, the father of the Indian independenc...

THE ECHO OF UNSPOKEN WORDS...

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Image: WordPress.com By NJ Jay sat by the window, his eyes tracing the familiar contours of the horizon as the sun dipped below it, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. It was a view he had watched countless times, each sunset a silent witness to the thoughts he never voiced, the feelings he never shared. He pulled out a worn notebook from his desk drawer, its pages filled with sketches and snippets of poetry. Nestled between them was a single letter, folded neatly but never sealed. Jay had written it months ago, on a rainy afternoon when the weight of his unspoken words became too heavy to bear. The letter was addressed to Lynn, his best friend since childhood. They had grown up together, sharing secrets, dreams, and endless summer days. But as they aged, Jay’s feelings for Lynn had deepened into something more, something he couldn’t quite put into words. He feared that confessing his love would change everything, that he might lose the one person who knew him bett...