Beautiful piece! We all carry different versions of the people weβve loved, and different versions of ourselves live on in other peopleβs minds. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
Noor, this is a thought provoking article that took you on a journey from childhood to the present. Sometimes human connection feels like something that only exists in the moment people are in front of you. like we become fully βin itβ when someone is there, and the second they leave, it quietly dissolves, almost like a switch turning off. and then the next day, we meet again and act like it never disappeared. itβs strange how real it feels and how quickly it turns temporary.
This section spoke true to me. I sit and think about this often and struggle with it so much. Great writing.
βAnd I wonder what this silent script is that never lets us arrive raw before one another. What is this invisible force that keeps interrupting true connection? Why do we enter rooms already dressed in armor before a single word is spoken?β
Your writing doesnβt just describe connection, it exposes the architecture beneath it.
The way you name performance, masks, and the silent scripts we inherit feels like someone turning the lights on in a room weβve all been sitting in for years.
Thereβs a rare honesty here, the kind that doesnβt try to impress or persuade, but simply reveals what most people never dare to look at.
You write from the place where identity sheds its costumes, and thatβs why your words land so deeply.
This piece made me think about how much of our lives are spent trying to be known while simultaneously hiding.
We want connection. We want intimacy. We want to be understood. Yet most of us spend years learning which parts of ourselves are acceptable to show and which parts should remain hidden. By the time we reach adulthood, many of us have become fluent in presenting a version of ourselves that feels safer than the truth.
I think about the people I have loved throughout my life. Some of them knew versions of me that no longer exist. Others know who I am today but have no idea who I was before. In that sense, maybe we are all carrying around small museums of one another, preserving snapshots while the actual person continues changing.
The image of "corpses of dead connections" is a great metaphor. Not because those relationships died, but because many of them continue living inside us long after the relationship itself has ended. We carry their influence, their lessons, their wounds, and sometimes their love into futures they will never see.
Thank you for sharing such a thoughtful reflection. It left me wondering whether being fully known is the goal, or whether the real gift is finding people with whom we can gradually lay down the armor and risk being seen.
You penned this in such a beautiful way. The curiousity is amazing and yet we know the answer.
We all lie somewhere in between the mask and being naked. And the more we go away from mask, being true to ourselves, a healthy self-love and self-acceptance....
The more we connect with such like-minded. The closer we go to being Naked, the more corpses we burry. The lesser we connect, the lesser we compromise out boundaries, and yet being respectful to all.
The answer is....the heart knows when there's a connect beyond the physical influence. It's rare. And even that shreds away someday.
But pick the best one wisely who will stick long-term. And it costs something to do that.
Noor If you consider yourself just as a body then you will find yourself extremely unworthy.It will be like a foul smell coming from flesh.When this ego of 'I' goes off which continuous inquiry of thyself then life becomes complete bliss.Then you love thyself.You start loving everything you do...β¦...............
Turned out to be very Philosophical
I would like to read your work.I hope we will have nice conversations
Half the time, or more even, people donβt even know themselves, and so much focus is on the inward β¦ it is rare that people actually take their eyes off themselves to look around and see who is also looking up and around to be connected with π
Hi Noor, thanks for sharing your work! Followed you, will love to be followed back (;
Beautiful piece! We all carry different versions of the people weβve loved, and different versions of ourselves live on in other peopleβs minds. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
Thank you for sharing! π
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Noor, this is a thought provoking article that took you on a journey from childhood to the present. Sometimes human connection feels like something that only exists in the moment people are in front of you. like we become fully βin itβ when someone is there, and the second they leave, it quietly dissolves, almost like a switch turning off. and then the next day, we meet again and act like it never disappeared. itβs strange how real it feels and how quickly it turns temporary.
"We hide ourselves beneath carefully arranged personalities" stuck to me.
This section spoke true to me. I sit and think about this often and struggle with it so much. Great writing.
βAnd I wonder what this silent script is that never lets us arrive raw before one another. What is this invisible force that keeps interrupting true connection? Why do we enter rooms already dressed in armor before a single word is spoken?β
And I wonder how many of my connections were truly connections?
This one really strike me.... Loved the way of your writting and its a beautiful topic... It feels like I'm talking to myself ππ€
Referring to lost relationships as "corpses" is a hauntingly beautiful take. We all carry around plenty of "corpses" that we wish we could revive.
Your writing doesnβt just describe connection, it exposes the architecture beneath it.
The way you name performance, masks, and the silent scripts we inherit feels like someone turning the lights on in a room weβve all been sitting in for years.
Thereβs a rare honesty here, the kind that doesnβt try to impress or persuade, but simply reveals what most people never dare to look at.
You write from the place where identity sheds its costumes, and thatβs why your words land so deeply.
Corpse of connections....that line is soo true. Nowdays every relation feels online and dead
This piece made me think about how much of our lives are spent trying to be known while simultaneously hiding.
We want connection. We want intimacy. We want to be understood. Yet most of us spend years learning which parts of ourselves are acceptable to show and which parts should remain hidden. By the time we reach adulthood, many of us have become fluent in presenting a version of ourselves that feels safer than the truth.
I think about the people I have loved throughout my life. Some of them knew versions of me that no longer exist. Others know who I am today but have no idea who I was before. In that sense, maybe we are all carrying around small museums of one another, preserving snapshots while the actual person continues changing.
The image of "corpses of dead connections" is a great metaphor. Not because those relationships died, but because many of them continue living inside us long after the relationship itself has ended. We carry their influence, their lessons, their wounds, and sometimes their love into futures they will never see.
Thank you for sharing such a thoughtful reflection. It left me wondering whether being fully known is the goal, or whether the real gift is finding people with whom we can gradually lay down the armor and risk being seen.
You penned this in such a beautiful way. The curiousity is amazing and yet we know the answer.
We all lie somewhere in between the mask and being naked. And the more we go away from mask, being true to ourselves, a healthy self-love and self-acceptance....
The more we connect with such like-minded. The closer we go to being Naked, the more corpses we burry. The lesser we connect, the lesser we compromise out boundaries, and yet being respectful to all.
The answer is....the heart knows when there's a connect beyond the physical influence. It's rare. And even that shreds away someday.
But pick the best one wisely who will stick long-term. And it costs something to do that.
Noor If you consider yourself just as a body then you will find yourself extremely unworthy.It will be like a foul smell coming from flesh.When this ego of 'I' goes off which continuous inquiry of thyself then life becomes complete bliss.Then you love thyself.You start loving everything you do...β¦...............
Turned out to be very Philosophical
I would like to read your work.I hope we will have nice conversations
Love the corpses metaphor.
Half the time, or more even, people donβt even know themselves, and so much focus is on the inward β¦ it is rare that people actually take their eyes off themselves to look around and see who is also looking up and around to be connected with π
True connection may begin where self-protection softens.
Not when we are fully understood, but when we no longer feel the need to keep performing ourselves.