Elonoshi

Feudalism and Socialism are like a father and son constantly fighting, experiencing a generational conflict.
Then there is capitalism, the other son of this father, the sibling of socialism.
Although they argue from time to time, they share the same genes.
In reality, deep down they love and protect each other.
Yours, Elonoshi

the right person
doesn't complete you.
they witness you.
and somehow
that's
everything. 🌹🌌

the version of you
five years from now
is not waiting
for perfect conditions.
they are waiting
for you to stop
waiting
for perfect conditions. 🌹🌌
what are you waiting for
that you could start
imPerfectly
today? 👇

in 1942
a Jewish man named Victor
was separated from his wife
on a train platform in Vienna.
he was sent to Auschwitz.
she was sent to Bergen-Belsen.
they survived.
separately.
neither knowing
if the other was alive.
when the war ended
Victor walked out of the camp
weighing 40 kilograms.
he had one plan.
find her.
he walked to Vienna.
knocked on the door
of their old apartment.
a stranger answered.
Victor left a note
on the door.
three weeks later
his wife knocked
on that same door.
she had walked
from Bergen-Belsen.
she had the same plan.
find him.
they lived together
for 47 more years.
Victo

some of the bravest things
ever done on Earth
were never witnessed
by anyone.
a quiet decision
in an empty room.
to stay.
to leave.
to forgive.
to begin again. 🌹💔
which brave thing
did you do alone
that nobody saw but GOD? 👇

the wrong ones
teach you your limits.
the right ones
make you forget
you ever had any. 🌹🌌

A true friend knows when you need them and touches with love to heal u ❤️‍🔥

in 161 AD
a man became
the most powerful person
on Earth.
he didn't want the job.
Marcus Aurelius
was adopted into power.
trained for it.
given no choice.
and on the day
he became Emperor of Rome —
the greatest empire
the world had ever seen —
he went home
and wrote in his diary:
"you have power over your mind,
not outside events.
realize this,
and you will find strength."
he wrote it
not for the world.
for himself.
the Meditations
were never meant
to be published.
they were a man
talking himself
through the weight
of being human
in an impossible position.
every morning
before the senate.
befo

a TeXan, a New Yorker
and a guy from California
landed on Mars together.
the Texan looked around
and said:
"this reminds me of my backyard.
I'll build a ranch."
the New Yorker said:
"location is everything.
I'm calling my realtor."
the Californian said:
"the vibes here are off.
I need to sage this planet
before we do anything."
Elon showed up
4.20 minutes later
in a Tesla.
no seatbelt.
eating a taco.
tweeting about it
in real time.
he looked at all three of them
and said:
"I already sold
the naming rights
to this colony.
it's called
Mars-a-Lago now."
the Texan nodded.
the New Yorker called his

the people
who loved you
at your worst
weren't being naive.
they were being
prophetic.
they saw
what you were becoming
before you did. 🌹💔
who believed in you
before you believed
in yourself? 👇

you didn't lose yourself
in that relationship.
you lost the version of yourself
that was willing
to shrink
to make someone else
feel bigger.
that version
needed to go. 🌹💔

most people
think Rumi
was a poet.
he wasn't.
he was a man
completely destroyed
by love —
and wise enough
to turn the wreckage
into light.
in 1244
Rumi met Shams of Tabriz.
a wandering mystic.
wild. unfiltered.
spiritually dangerous.
and in that meeting
something in Rumi
died forever.
the respectable scholar.
the careful theologian.
the safe version
of himself.
gone.
what replaced it
was fire.
Shams didn't teach Rumi
about love.
he made Rumi
unlearn everything
that was keeping him
from it.
when Shams disappeared —
murdered, most believe,
by Rumi's own jealous disciples —
Rumi didn't grieve.
he