Love, in all its varied forms, has shaped me. It is through love that I have discovered the complexities of friendship, the exhilaration and heartache of romance, and the beauty of self-discovery. The years have taught me that love is not confined to the romantic ideals we often hold in our youth, but rather, it permeates every facet of life; friendship, family, and, perhaps most importantly, the love we cultivate within ourselves.

Through friendships, I learned the art of companionship, the silent language of loyalty, and the sharp pain of betrayal. Friends are the scaffolding upon which the architecture of my life has been built, and though time may weather those bonds, I understand now that each connection serves its purpose; either to uplift or to teach.

Romantic love, for all its allure, often presents itself as a mirror reflecting back our deepest insecurities and desires. It is within the pursuit of love that I have faltered, my heart at times shattered by misplaced trust or unfulfilled promises. Yet, I have come to see that the true tragedy of love is not its ending, but the missed opportunities to grow alongside someone who enriches you, rather than diminishes you.

In the midst of seeking external validation, I realized that the most profound relationship is the one I have with myself. Self-love, often overlooked, is the foundation upon which all other forms of love must be built. It is in moments of solitude that I have found clarity, understanding that I must first learn to stand alone before I can truly stand with others.

Life’s most valuable lessons are delivered not in grand epiphanies, but in the quiet moments; through friendships that evolve, through relationships that end, and through the resilience we muster in solitude. What remains is the awareness that love, in its many forms, is less about perfect outcomes and more about the journey; the vulnerability, the joy, and the inevitable pain that accompanies it.

Each encounter, whether fleeting or enduring, has etched itself into the fabric of who I am. And from this, I have learned that love, above all else, is a choice; one we must make with grace, courage, and, perhaps most of all, with a deep sense of compassion for ourselves.

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Before I stand with you,
I must stand with myself;
In quiet corners of solitude,
Where no hand holds mine,
And no voice echoes back my worth.

I must be whole,
Not seeking refuge in another’s eyes,
But rooted in the soil of my own soul,
Blooming from the love I give within.

Only then,
With steady hands and open heart,
Can I walk beside you,
Not as half seeking whole,
But as one who knows how to love;
By first loving me.

— Sincerely, Boris

Many of my struggles stem not from external forces but from within, from patterns of self-sabotage that I once thought were beyond my control. It’s recently become very clear to me that these moments of inner resistances I have struggled with, these times when I seem to work against my own best interests, are not random. They are my mind and body’s way of protecting me from what feels unfamiliar or too overwhelming to face.

Personal growth, I’ve come to realize, has demanded not only patience but also the courage to confront these barriers inside of me. The obstacles I encounter aren’t meant to be avoided or fought. Rather, they are reminders that within every challenge, there’s an invitation to dig deeper, to look at my doubts, anxieties, and limiting beliefs, and to dismantle them.

This journey of mine is about mastering myself, not in the sense of becoming perfect, but in learning to be compassionate with my flaws, understanding where they come from, and allowing the proper space for my own evolution. I’ve learned that healing and progress come when I stop seeing my emotions as problems to fix and begin seeing them as messages guiding me toward what I truly need.

The transformation comes in the shift from self-sabotage to self-mastery. It requires me to take responsibility, to recognize that I am both the source of my struggles and the architect of my liberation. With this awareness, I can start to rebuild, step by step, by accepting where I am, forgiving myself for past mistakes, and slowly reorienting my life toward what truly aligns with my purpose. Mastery is not control; it is surrender to personal growth.

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I am the mountain I must climb,
The stone I stumble on is mine.
Not to resist, but to take place,
The path ahead, I must face.

The fear I feel, the doubt I bear,
Are voices calling for self-repair.
In every challenge, a chance to rise,
To meet the truth behind disguise.

The road is long, the path I’ll clear,
With every step I dissolve the fear.
For in each wound, I heal and grow,
My heart learns what the mind can’t know.

— Sincerely, Boris

"Will I make it?"
the heart cries.

A thousand tries,
yet still, I fall.

"Should I lower my expectations?"
it whispers.

"No, not over until you win,"
the mind insists,
like night cradles the sky;
light will come soon.

Within us live many voices, each speaking its own language that represent our desires, fears, and memories shaped by time. At our core, there’s a steady presence, a quiet leader, patient and kind, capable of guiding the noise toward peace.

Some parts build walls, guarding against old wounds, while others hide, burdened by pain too heavy to carry alone. Yet healing comes when we listen, not with judgment, but with care, allowing each voice to be heard, each weight to be lifted.

In this process, we find that even the most guarded parts soften, revealing a way to live in  harmony. And as we learn to make peace within, the world outside begins to shift, our connections deepened by the understanding we’ve earned.

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In depths so deep, where fears are found,
We seek the space to not be bound,
But suffering, like winds that blow,
Will follow us, where we want to go.

To grasp for calm, to turn away,
Leaves us lost in disarray.
The need to flee, to dull the pain,
Is what keeps us dry from the rain.

But in the storm, if we all stand still,
And let the pain do as it will,
It fades like mist before the dawn,
And soon its weight is fully gone.

So face the fear, and do not flee,
In presence lies tranquility.
For in this moment, if we stay,
We find our peace won’t slip away.

Let the sun, shine through the fear,
To grow our seed we planted here.
For today and everyday,
All our fears will go away.

— Sincerely, Boris

In the hush of night, as shadows play,
A man drifts to sleep, where dreams hold sway.
In the realm of slumber, he finds his place,
A twisted world, a mirror maze.

Each pane reflects a life unknown,
Endless corridors where silence is grown.
But in the depths of this shimmering space,
He sees one face, the light of his grace.

Her laughter echoes through the reflecting halls,
A haunting melody that softly calls.
With every turn, her image glows,
Yet just beyond reach, where the shadow flows.

He reaches out, but the glass is cold,
A barrier strong, a story untold.
Her eyes, like stars, pull him near,
Yet the maze twists deeper, amplifying fear.

“Why can’t you see me?” he cries in despair,
As her smile flickers, a ghost in the air.
In every reflection, she dances away,
Taunting his heart as it starts to fray.

Each corner he turns, she slips from his grasp,
A phantom of longing, a fleeting clasp.
He sprints through the maze, heart pounding with might,
Chasing the vision that fades into night.

“Just one more step, I’ll find my way,”
He whispers to shadows that silently sway.
With determination, he fights through the haze,
Hoping to break free from this endless maze.

But as the reflections begin to distort,
Her figure shifts, a haunting retort.
“Find me, dear heart, in the light of the day,
For the mirror can’t hold what the heart can’t betray.”

Awakening sudden, he gasps in the night,
Realizing within the dream was a flicker of light.
With hope in his heart, he makes a new plan,
To bridge the divide and take hold of her hand.

For though the mirror maze held him tight,
The dream whispered truths, igniting his fight.
With courage ignited, he steps into day,
Determined to chase the shadow of doubt away.

Dear me,
My heart is saying that he is not for me.
My heart was distracted. Get back to the track.
I have a long way to run in life and he is just a mere distraction, a test for me, by my destiny and fate, to see my determination towards my goals.
So ignore the stupid feelings and focus on myself.
Don't worry, I will prove myself to god and will surely meet the love of my life at right time.......................................................Don't worry sweetheart.

Love Yourself,
Me,
Immortality

For generations, men have been told to “**** it up,” to bury their emotions in silence. Over time, this expectation hardened into a norm, leaving many numb, unable to summon the courage to become their truest selves and unlock their full potential. They traded sovereignty, inner leadership, and authentic masculinity for the fleeting comfort of external validation.

But beneath this stoic exterior lies an unspoken rejection — of self, of vulnerability — that has led many down the path of self-sabotage, anxiety, and quiet despair. When all along, the true liberation could be found in facing the emotions and patterns that keep them bound.

By embracing the inner work, men can chart a life of purpose and clarity, mastering the skills that nurture meaningful relationships and regulate mind, body, and soul. In this journey, they become fearless, not only for themselves but for the men, women, and children whose lives they touch.

I dream of a world where men are unafraid of vulnerability, where they seek healing from unhealthy pasts, shed old habits, and empower each other to break free from what holds them back. A world where they rise, not as prisoners of their pain, but as the best versions of themselves, leading with strength, grace, and love.


— Sincerely, Boris