I never regret meeting you,
nor do I regret loving you.
I admit,
I dream of being with you,
but fate only allows me to love you,
not to possess you.
Thank you for the endless joy you brought me,
May happiness forever be yours, you see.
No matter the distance, the years that may pass,
as long as you remember me,
whether it be love or friendship,
I will always be here.
This promise will never expire.

Colour is dangerous;
you fall into it.

And colour can swallow you,
and like music it is super emotional.

It is hard to stay distant.

If there is a chance,
I would like to drink milk tea with you,
to listen to music together,
to walk together in the evening breeze,
to travel together and see the world.
What I mean is,
to be with you.

In my journey toward embracing compassion as a way of being, I’ve come to understand that the path to selflessness is not about denying myself, but rather expanding my sense of self to include the wellbeing of others. Every moment presents an opportunity to awaken the heart, to lean into discomfort rather than avoid it, and to cultivate a deep empathy that transcends personal interests.

I’ve learned that the practice of compassion involves recognizing the suffering in the world without becoming overwhelmed by it. It’s about training the mind to meet challenges with patience and openness, seeing others’ pain as a reflection of our shared human condition. When I make a commitment to serve others, I am not striving for perfection but rather accepting my own imperfections as part of the learning process.

Through mindful awareness, I realize that my own difficulties and struggles are a gateway to greater understanding and connection. By confronting fear and vulnerability, I begin to soften my heart, not just toward others but toward myself.

Compassionate action is not grand gestures but small, consistent choices to live with kindness, equanimity, and courage. It is a practice of being present, attentive, and fully engaged with life as it unfolds.

The key teaching is that real transformation comes not from external achievements or recognition but from the inner work of shifting from self-centeredness to a broader, more inclusive perspective. True freedom arises when I let go of the need to protect my ego and embrace the interconnectedness of all beings, recognizing that my happiness is inextricably tied to the happiness of others.

—

Compassion is seeing what hurts
and staying close anyway.
It’s the hand that helps you up
without asking for thanks.

It doesn’t turn away
when things get hard,
and it doesn’t fix,
just shows up.

It’s the quiet presence
that makes room for pain,
a choice to stand with someone
even when you can’t solve a thing.

Compassion is simply being there;
eyes open, heart open,
willing to share the weight
for as long as it takes.

— Sincerely, Boris

What's a soulmate?
It's like a best friend, but more.
It's the person who knows you better than anyone else in this world.
It's someone who inspires you to be a better person.
It's the person who knew you, accepted you,
and believed in you before anyone else did-or when no one else would.
You will always love them; nothing can change that.

I have come to understand that the burdens I carry; my anxiety, the emotional wounds that have shaped me; are not entirely mine to bear. They stretch back through generations, woven into the very fabric of my being, long before I was even born. The struggles of my ancestors, their unresolved trauma, echo in my life in ways that are both intimate and profound, manifesting in my thoughts, my body, and even my heart.

The breakdown of my marriage, the unbearable stress that contributed to the loss of my left eye, and the need for brain surgery were not simply the product of my own failings or missteps. There is a deeper inheritance at play, one that transcends my personal history. My ancestors’ unresolved pain has rippled down through time, influencing how I navigate relationships, respond to stress, and even how my body has responded to the pressures around me.

The beauty of this understanding is that it does not absolve me of responsibility but offers clarity; a path to healing. I can look back with compassion, not only for myself but for the generations that came before me, who survived in ways they knew how, passing down their fears, their coping mechanisms, and their unspoken grief. In recognizing this legacy, I am called to break the cycle, to not pass this unresolved pain onto my daughter.

It is possible to heal, to release what is not truly mine, and in doing so, free myself and future generations. The memories of trauma that live in the body can be rewritten, the patterns of suffering interrupted. Healing does not mean erasing the past; it means transforming it, allowing me to finally breathe without the weight of centuries on my chest. It means standing in the present moment, aware of the lineage that shaped me but no longer bound by it.

This journey of healing requires more than awareness; it demands courage, presence, and the willingness to confront inherited pain. But through this process, I can cultivate resilience, transforming the energy of survival into one of creation and possibility. In learning to love myself, free from the ghosts of the past, I can offer my daughter the gift of a future unburdened by wounds that are not hers to carry. Through this work, I honor my ancestors by refusing to allow their suffering to define me or my legacy.

—

Beyond Labels —
We wear the names they give,
but beneath each title,
a story lives;
distinct, unspoken, unseen.
We are more than a diagnosis,
more than numbers or scales,
we are hearts stitched with hope,
souls searching for their own light.

The Winding Road —
Healing does not move in straight paths,
it curves and shifts,
sometimes pauses in silent moments.
It is shaped by hands that guide us,
by voices that hear,
by a world that often forgets
how to care beyond its walls.

Empathy’s Reach —
Not just for those they label;
empathy is a mirror for all,
reflecting our fragile selves,
our hidden fears,
the cracks in our armor.
In each heart,
a quiet ache waits to be held.

Redefining Normal –
What is normal, but a mask,
a word that confines
what it means to be alive?
We build new definitions
through love, through struggle,
through the shared understanding
that none of us walk alone.

— Sincerely, Boris

i ask, i pray for god to put me out my misery.
to wither me emotionless with the lesser
ability to exist and not full of feelings.
for my own sanity, i plead for dire
consequences for my own self
worth as I’ve made excuses
and pathetic decisions
that plague my life
as I ask for god.
I ask for god.
I ask.

Some stories never end, but this one does.

Though distance may stretch, it finds an end—
A journey of 40,000 kilometers at most.
Though we drift far, we too must part—
380,000 kilometers, no more.
Yet heart to heart, though far apart,
We meet in eight short minutes.

I penned the start, you wrote the close,
Will there be another chapter?
Who knows?

I love three things in this world.
The sun, the moon and you.
The sun for the day,
The moon for the night,
And you forever.
For the world,
You are somebody,
But for somebody,
You are the world!