I have to admit being somehow triggered by this Open's post yesterday: Openhand's Last Social Media Post. The longer I sat and felt into that internal trigger, the more clearly I could see a bigger picture of this "pain" of a Star Soul. This feeling inspired me to write the Journal post on my own website: A Journey from Distant Stars: Longing of a Star Soul. I feel to share a citation here.

# A Journey from Distant Stars: Longing of a Star Soul

Surely, I can't recall how long ago, but I sense that I arrived on Earth from distant stars, drifting across the vastness of space to land on this peculiar planet. This world, built on an incessant cycle of seeking, running, competing, achieving, gaining, grasping, holding, and possessing, feels outlandish to me. Every facet of existence here seems intricately woven into a complex tapestry of expectations and demands that I find overwhelming. The social structures and the relentless pursuit of material success create a convoluted maze that I struggle to navigate through its dense fog of norms and conventions.

By landing here, on this beautiful planet, my lightweight spaceship has entered a thick, endless fog, obscuring my view and making it nearly impossible to discern a clear path forward. I can't rely on external visibility, which leaves me with only one choice: to trust my internal navigational system, that innate compass that guides me through this mess. It demands a great deal of energy to navigate through this fog of absurdity, where only a handful can see the truth through it. I don't fit in here, and I never will… The societal norms that others seem to embrace are utterly unfamiliar to me; I find myself constantly grappling with how to handle them. The overall systematic limitations and control imposed on inhabitants here make no sense to me, creating a feeling of dissonance that grows stronger with each passing day. And I withdraw myself from it all to a fair degree. The longer I remain here, the more it feels suffocating in this artificial reality, a world that feels more like a cage than a home.

Yet, despite these challenges, I somehow manage to move through this dense fog with lightness and ease that surprises even me. Sometimes, it requires turning the engines off, allowing me to embrace stillness and silence. This way, I can enter a tranquil space, my own sanctuary amidst the chaos. My spaceship descends slowly, gently catching gusts of wind that guide me downward, and in that descent, I feel immersed in my own being. I submerge in my silent, reflective expression, where I can remain who I am without interruption. Here is the only place where I feel safe, nourished, calm, and supported — my internal haven. This is the world I have created for myself and continue to cultivate, a dream world that exists parallel to the harsh realities outside. It is my reality, where nothing is demanding, nothing is hurried; here, time seems to dissolve into eternity, and I dream of forgotten worlds, of distant galaxies that beckon me with their mysteries.

I would linger here longer, savouring the peace and serenity that envelops me like a warm blanket, but the engines have cooled down, and the distant sound of the horn calls me back to the surface. It urges me to continue my journey, to find my way through this strange place and seek a path that leads me back home, to those distant galaxies where I truly belong. Each call resonates within me, a reminder that while I may feel like an outsider here, my quest for understanding and connection is far from over. The stars still shine brightly in my heart, guiding me toward the infinite possibilities that await beyond the fog.

(A small hint: Engines = Motivation)

Thank you for reading 🙏. I believe it would resonate with many Star Souls. You are very welcome to come and read it on my website, where I have colourised the post with pictures of my new designs that are coming soon as my creations.

With much love,

💜 Asya