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The World Made Me a Poet


The world turned me into a poet.


It’s in the unnoticed things around us—the stuff we often take for granted because it is always there—the ubiquitousness of them prevents us from looking into it deeply.


Everything around us is marvelous if you're patient enough to know it—to feel it—to experience it.

The sky just before sunset, the way the waves shimmer in twilight, or the millions of stars—they remind me of all the mysteries we haven’t solved yet. There's a kind of magic in the world that feels too wonderful to ignore, and it deserves to be appreciated.


There’s so much beauty—in the world and in life— that's worth capturing. That’s what poetry is for me—not just writing, but translating the feelings and experiences the world gives me into something others can understand. I don’t always get it right, but when I do, it feels like capturing a moment that would’ve otherwise slipped away.


The world gives me inspiration, constantly. Every time I look around—whether it’s a quiet evening, watching the sky turn grey before a storm, or just something ordinary—I find a reason to write. It makes me stop and feel. It makes me want to create.


Believe it or not I feel like my creativity gets thwarted when I don't go out often, so I always make time for it—just to get that spark back.


At the end of the day that's what writing is—just noticing, feeling, and trying to hold onto it with words.

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