Expression

“Dance is the hidden language of the soul.” — Martha Graham Feeling bored and wondering what you can do to uplift your mood? Or beaming with excitement and wanting to let the world know about it. Well, you can never find a better way than dance to express your emotions. …

Why do we stand in the way of art? Why do we stand in the way of creation? Where does our need for perfection come from? How do we come up with the image of perfection anyway? These are some questions I asked myself yesterday when I witnessed a beautiful…

Are you curious about the Java modulo operator and how it works behind the scenes? Let’s dive in and unravel its mathematical equation for efficient remainder calculations! The modulo operator, denoted by ‘%’, plays a crucial role in many programming tasks. …

I was born and raised in a home that was all about Jesus. Even though the language doesn’t make sense to me anymore, you could call it a “Christian home.” …

Expression has so much to do with this. Finding oneself, fulfilling oneself, self-actualising oneself, becoming whole as one self — it can all be found through expressing oneself as oneself and as one self. Purpose, if one truly shatters the mountain and scatters its rubble, must be something fundamentally different. “Dream so big that when it starts to come true you don’t even believe it’s happening.” H.

Language consists of our ability to comprehend and express the past, the present, and the future. Through Language, this becomes the only way we handle information. Our understanding of what is, sits within our understanding of Time. This now applies to our perspective as a whole - in the definitions we make of our understanding, we confine ourselves to our discovery. Even if an experience does not sit within these parameters, it can only be expressed within them.

A Word of Wisdom —

Children have a voice, clear and true, A vision of the world, fresh and new. With innocent thoughts and boundless dreams, Their hearts and minds, a pure stream. Listen carefully, and you will hear The sound of hope, without any fear. Their laughter sings of joy untold, Their tears, a story yet to be told. For in their eyes, we see the light Of a future that is shining bright. Let us give them the voice to speak,

isn’t it funny how art is just shared pain? we take our scars and tell the stories behind them through words though sounds through imagery and we hope that we’re not alone that at least one person out there will resonate that at least one person shares this pain and then maybe our wounds will begin to heal