We all start somewhere —

sometimes with a whisper,

sometimes with a question that won’t leave our chest.

I’ve always believed that words are more than letters strung together;

they are the map of our minds,

the echo of our hearts.

Here, in Poet Philosophy, we explore those echoes:

the small moments that teach us,

the silent struggles that shape us,

the fleeting sparks of understanding that remind us why we feel at all.

This is not perfection, nor is it finality.

It is the beginning of thought, the invitation to look closer,

to listen harder, and to dwell in the beauty of being human.

— Poetic Sage