Published in The tenet of truth
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Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth is an independent fiction writer. Periods of prolonged silence followed by frenzied activity is just part of my daily life. 📒📓📔
Resigner Luth is an independent fiction writer. Periods of prolonged silence followed by frenzied activity is just part of my daily life. 📒📓📔
Resigner Luth is an independent fiction writer. Periods of prolonged silence followed by frenzied activity is just part of my daily life. 📒📓📔
March 11, 2024
March 11, 2024
March 11, 2024
Refuge in numbers
Refuge in numbers
Refuge in numbers
The dogma lost in time
The dogma lost in time
The dogma lost in time
Refuge in numbers.
~ Living in a virtual world where we are all assigned a number, no wonder we feel a little lost.
I am no fortune teller, but I can imagine the world leaders conspiring to ink us all. Forget whatever value you think you have. You'll be told.
The tenet of truth.
Coloring outside the lines a little. If it was not for dark humor - I suppose I would have NO friends at all. Lucky for me, we're all too tired to take anything to heart. Looking over my shoulder I am reminded:
"Be who you are, say what you want, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." ~ unknown
The dogma of Time
Is there some archaic wisdom being held from me? Or does everyone have some shady friend who functions as a time trap? Not knowingly - I hope - it just happens. The one's who suck you in, with wild tales and boasts, the same one's that will carry on a conversation long after you said goodbye? Not that I do not admire tenacity but, there should be a time limit to any session.
I'm not going to quote a bunch of scientific numbers, when common sense and decent etiquette is concerned.
♨︎_♨︎
Now, time for a short story:
Conversations after dark.
Part one
In the lazy town just outside the inner city, there lived an author named Amelia. By day, she was a prolific writer, constantly attempting to weave new tales that would captivate the imagination of readers worldwide. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, Amelia's life took on a different perspective.
At night, when the city slept and the streets grew quiet, Amelia traded her pen for a pair of worn-out sneakers and ventured into the world of martial arts. In a dimly lit dojo, she trained her body and mind with fierce determination. She was honing her skills with every strike and every block. The rhythmic sound of her fists meeting the punching bag echoed through the quiet night.
Despite her exhaustion from long hours spent writing, Amelia found solace in the physical exertion of martial arts. It was here, in the stillness of the night, that she felt most alive. The adrenaline coursing through her veins fueled her movements, pushing her to surpass her limits time and time again.
Amelia's talents extended beyond the realm of combat. With a keen eye and a perceptive mind, she had an uncanny ability to discern the insecurities, the exact weakness that could be used against any opponent.
It was as though she possessed a sixth sense, a gift that allowed her to peer into the souls of others and see the struggles they tried so desperately to conceal.
As it did one night, as she sparred with her instructor.
She noticed a hint of hesitation in his movements, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Without a word, she adjusted her stance, subtly altering her technique to accommodate his uncertainty. With each exchange, she guided him, offering silent encouragement through her actions alone.
His confidence began to return with each passing minute, his movements becoming more fluid, more assured. By the end of their session, he stood taller, his spirit renewed by the unexpected support of his student.
As they parted ways for the night, the Sensei offered Amelia a grateful smile, evident in the warmth of his gaze. And though she was weary from her training, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over her.
Part two
"Thank you, Amelia," he said with sincerity. "You have a remarkable gift for seeing beyond the surface. It's a rare quality, one that I greatly admire."
Amelia nodded, accepting the compliment with humility. "I believe we all have our own struggles," she replied softly. "Sometimes, it just takes a little understanding to help us overcome them." With a gentle pat on Sensei's shoulder, she bid him goodnight and continued on her way, her heart light with the knowledge of helping another, but her mind troubled by such an honest exchange.
Little did she know, that he was not done confessing. She had had her doubts about the old man's health, but his next words would rock her to the core.
Part Three
"Amelia, before you go" he called to her.
Sensei Hurato's expression softened, a somberness settling over him like a veil. "Amelia, my dear student," he began earnestly "I have something important to share with you."
He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "I am not as strong as I once was. My time in this world is coming to an end."
Amelia's heart clenched at his words, a pang of sadness washing over her. "Sensei, I..." she started, but he raised a hand to silence her.
"Do not mourn for me, Amelia," he said gently. "Instead, listen closely, for I have a final lesson to impart." He took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking again.
"Finding your own way in this world is not always easy. There will be obstacles, challenges, moments of doubt. But remember this: strength comes not from the absence of fear, but from the courage to face it head-on."
He paused, his gaze locking with hers, intensity burning in his eyes. "You possess a rare gift, Amelia," he continued. "But never forget that your true strength lies within you. Trust in yourself, trust in your instincts, and you will always find your way, no matter how dark the path may seem."
As Amelia listened intently, the weight of his words sinking deeply into her soul. She knew that Sensei Hurato spoke from a place of wisdom, a place born of a lifetime of experience.
As she stood before him, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, she vowed to carry his words with her always, a guiding light to illuminate her journey through the ever-shifting landscape of life.
~ An abstract from The dogma of truth© as written by Resigner Luth, 11 March 2024 and published in https://resignerluth.space
Resigner 💜
Keep on moving forward dear reader. Times may be hard, but were tougher.
#justmoveforward
Stay cool and stay safe. Resigner 💜
Refuge in numbers.
~ Living in a virtual world where we are all assigned a number, no wonder we feel a little lost.
I am no fortune teller, but I can imagine the world leaders conspiring to ink us all. Forget whatever value you think you have. You'll be told.
The tenet of truth.
Coloring outside the lines a little. If it was not for dark humor - I suppose I would have NO friends at all. Lucky for me, we're all too tired to take anything to heart. Looking over my shoulder I am reminded:
"Be who you are, say what you want, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." ~ unknown
The dogma of Time
Is there some archaic wisdom being held from me? Or does everyone have some shady friend who functions as a time trap? Not knowingly - I hope - it just happens. The one's who suck you in, with wild tales and boasts, the same one's that will carry on a conversation long after you said goodbye? Not that I do not admire tenacity but, there should be a time limit to any session.
I'm not going to quote a bunch of scientific numbers, when common sense and decent etiquette is concerned.
♨︎_♨︎
Now, time for a short story:
Conversations after dark.
Part one
In the lazy town just outside the inner city, there lived an author named Amelia. By day, she was a prolific writer, constantly attempting to weave new tales that would captivate the imagination of readers worldwide. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, Amelia's life took on a different perspective.
At night, when the city slept and the streets grew quiet, Amelia traded her pen for a pair of worn-out sneakers and ventured into the world of martial arts. In a dimly lit dojo, she trained her body and mind with fierce determination. She was honing her skills with every strike and every block. The rhythmic sound of her fists meeting the punching bag echoed through the quiet night.
Despite her exhaustion from long hours spent writing, Amelia found solace in the physical exertion of martial arts. It was here, in the stillness of the night, that she felt most alive. The adrenaline coursing through her veins fueled her movements, pushing her to surpass her limits time and time again.
Amelia's talents extended beyond the realm of combat. With a keen eye and a perceptive mind, she had an uncanny ability to discern the insecurities, the exact weakness that could be used against any opponent.
It was as though she possessed a sixth sense, a gift that allowed her to peer into the souls of others and see the struggles they tried so desperately to conceal.
As it did one night, as she sparred with her instructor.
She noticed a hint of hesitation in his movements, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Without a word, she adjusted her stance, subtly altering her technique to accommodate his uncertainty. With each exchange, she guided him, offering silent encouragement through her actions alone.
His confidence began to return with each passing minute, his movements becoming more fluid, more assured. By the end of their session, he stood taller, his spirit renewed by the unexpected support of his student.
As they parted ways for the night, the Sensei offered Amelia a grateful smile, evident in the warmth of his gaze. And though she was weary from her training, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over her.
Part two
"Thank you, Amelia," he said with sincerity. "You have a remarkable gift for seeing beyond the surface. It's a rare quality, one that I greatly admire."
Amelia nodded, accepting the compliment with humility. "I believe we all have our own struggles," she replied softly. "Sometimes, it just takes a little understanding to help us overcome them." With a gentle pat on Sensei's shoulder, she bid him goodnight and continued on her way, her heart light with the knowledge of helping another, but her mind troubled by such an honest exchange.
Little did she know, that he was not done confessing. She had had her doubts about the old man's health, but his next words would rock her to the core.
Part Three
"Amelia, before you go" he called to her.
Sensei Hurato's expression softened, a somberness settling over him like a veil. "Amelia, my dear student," he began earnestly "I have something important to share with you."
He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "I am not as strong as I once was. My time in this world is coming to an end."
Amelia's heart clenched at his words, a pang of sadness washing over her. "Sensei, I..." she started, but he raised a hand to silence her.
"Do not mourn for me, Amelia," he said gently. "Instead, listen closely, for I have a final lesson to impart." He took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking again.
"Finding your own way in this world is not always easy. There will be obstacles, challenges, moments of doubt. But remember this: strength comes not from the absence of fear, but from the courage to face it head-on."
He paused, his gaze locking with hers, intensity burning in his eyes. "You possess a rare gift, Amelia," he continued. "But never forget that your true strength lies within you. Trust in yourself, trust in your instincts, and you will always find your way, no matter how dark the path may seem."
As Amelia listened intently, the weight of his words sinking deeply into her soul. She knew that Sensei Hurato spoke from a place of wisdom, a place born of a lifetime of experience.
As she stood before him, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, she vowed to carry his words with her always, a guiding light to illuminate her journey through the ever-shifting landscape of life.
~ An abstract from The dogma of truth© as written by Resigner Luth, 11 March 2024 and published in https://resignerluth.space
Resigner 💜
Keep on moving forward dear reader. Times may be hard, but were tougher.
#justmoveforward
Stay cool and stay safe. Resigner 💜
Refuge in numbers.
~ Living in a virtual world where we are all assigned a number, no wonder we feel a little lost.
I am no fortune teller, but I can imagine the world leaders conspiring to ink us all. Forget whatever value you think you have. You'll be told.
The tenet of truth.
Coloring outside the lines a little. If it was not for dark humor - I suppose I would have NO friends at all. Lucky for me, we're all too tired to take anything to heart. Looking over my shoulder I am reminded:
"Be who you are, say what you want, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." ~ unknown
The dogma of Time
Is there some archaic wisdom being held from me? Or does everyone have some shady friend who functions as a time trap? Not knowingly - I hope - it just happens. The one's who suck you in, with wild tales and boasts, the same one's that will carry on a conversation long after you said goodbye? Not that I do not admire tenacity but, there should be a time limit to any session.
I'm not going to quote a bunch of scientific numbers, when common sense and decent etiquette is concerned.
♨︎_♨︎
Now, time for a short story:
Conversations after dark.
Part one
In the lazy town just outside the inner city, there lived an author named Amelia. By day, she was a prolific writer, constantly attempting to weave new tales that would captivate the imagination of readers worldwide. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, Amelia's life took on a different perspective.
At night, when the city slept and the streets grew quiet, Amelia traded her pen for a pair of worn-out sneakers and ventured into the world of martial arts. In a dimly lit dojo, she trained her body and mind with fierce determination. She was honing her skills with every strike and every block. The rhythmic sound of her fists meeting the punching bag echoed through the quiet night.
Despite her exhaustion from long hours spent writing, Amelia found solace in the physical exertion of martial arts. It was here, in the stillness of the night, that she felt most alive. The adrenaline coursing through her veins fueled her movements, pushing her to surpass her limits time and time again.
Amelia's talents extended beyond the realm of combat. With a keen eye and a perceptive mind, she had an uncanny ability to discern the insecurities, the exact weakness that could be used against any opponent.
It was as though she possessed a sixth sense, a gift that allowed her to peer into the souls of others and see the struggles they tried so desperately to conceal.
As it did one night, as she sparred with her instructor.
She noticed a hint of hesitation in his movements, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Without a word, she adjusted her stance, subtly altering her technique to accommodate his uncertainty. With each exchange, she guided him, offering silent encouragement through her actions alone.
His confidence began to return with each passing minute, his movements becoming more fluid, more assured. By the end of their session, he stood taller, his spirit renewed by the unexpected support of his student.
As they parted ways for the night, the Sensei offered Amelia a grateful smile, evident in the warmth of his gaze. And though she was weary from her training, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over her.
Part two
"Thank you, Amelia," he said with sincerity. "You have a remarkable gift for seeing beyond the surface. It's a rare quality, one that I greatly admire."
Amelia nodded, accepting the compliment with humility. "I believe we all have our own struggles," she replied softly. "Sometimes, it just takes a little understanding to help us overcome them." With a gentle pat on Sensei's shoulder, she bid him goodnight and continued on her way, her heart light with the knowledge of helping another, but her mind troubled by such an honest exchange.
Little did she know, that he was not done confessing. She had had her doubts about the old man's health, but his next words would rock her to the core.
Part Three
"Amelia, before you go" he called to her.
Sensei Hurato's expression softened, a somberness settling over him like a veil. "Amelia, my dear student," he began earnestly "I have something important to share with you."
He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "I am not as strong as I once was. My time in this world is coming to an end."
Amelia's heart clenched at his words, a pang of sadness washing over her. "Sensei, I..." she started, but he raised a hand to silence her.
"Do not mourn for me, Amelia," he said gently. "Instead, listen closely, for I have a final lesson to impart." He took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking again.
"Finding your own way in this world is not always easy. There will be obstacles, challenges, moments of doubt. But remember this: strength comes not from the absence of fear, but from the courage to face it head-on."
He paused, his gaze locking with hers, intensity burning in his eyes. "You possess a rare gift, Amelia," he continued. "But never forget that your true strength lies within you. Trust in yourself, trust in your instincts, and you will always find your way, no matter how dark the path may seem."
As Amelia listened intently, the weight of his words sinking deeply into her soul. She knew that Sensei Hurato spoke from a place of wisdom, a place born of a lifetime of experience.
As she stood before him, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, she vowed to carry his words with her always, a guiding light to illuminate her journey through the ever-shifting landscape of life.
~ An abstract from The dogma of truth© as written by Resigner Luth, 11 March 2024 and published in https://resignerluth.space
Resigner 💜
Keep on moving forward dear reader. Times may be hard, but were tougher.
#justmoveforward
Stay cool and stay safe. Resigner 💜
