Efficiency runs on Burnout The biggest misconception isn’t the pursuit of paradise; it’s the belief that constant convenience and perfect order come without pain. When you push through exhaustion in silence, When you distance yourself emotionally, When the lonely effort of performing is celebrated, Beware of the trap of striving for efficiency every single day Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art . Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub: https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT pro...
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Between Peaks and Valleys: A Journey Within
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We march forward, each step stirring dust into the still air, our silhouettes etched against the vast expanse of twilight mountains. The sun, neither fully risen nor set, hovers like a silent witness—a guardian of beginnings and endings. Here, between peaks and valleys, we move in unison, though each of our journeys is uniquely our own. No destination is spoken aloud; we are suspended in transit, navigating a realm where time unravels, and place dissolves.
This is the sacred space between past and future, where each step is an act of faith—a leap into the unknown. The mountain's shadow reaches out as if to pull us back, yet the light on the horizon calls like a promise we cannot ignore. Our burden is more than physical; it is the weight of unanswered questions, deferred dreams, and the hope of arrival. Our courage, a beacon in the twilight, leads us forward.
Together, we climb the ridges of possibility and descend into valleys of doubt, each step a silent mantra: Keep moving, for this, too, is part of becoming. We come to realise that the journey is not just across landscapes but through inner worlds—worlds that mould and remould as we walk, just as the terrain shifts beneath our feet. We have come to understand that change is as certain as the shifting landscape.
At this transition threshold, we are neither lost nor found but becoming. In this liminal passage, we realise that the journey itself is the destination. The sun’s glow always fades and returns, for movement is eternal. And so, we walk, not toward a place but toward becoming, each step a whisper: Here we are, in the middle of the in-between.
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This is a poetic exploration of the journey of self-discovery and transformation. This evocative piece uses vivid imagery and metaphors to capture the essence of being in transit, navigating the unknown, and embracing the constant state of becoming.
Today, I'm taking a journey from Darwin Airport, where the heat and excitement are building. It's a hot September day, and I'm waiting for a jet to Singapore.
Darwin airport is a bustling hub, but there is space to walk and stretch. The sky is blue, and the heat is intense, but Singapore, here I come. I'm eager to board my flight and embark on this amazing journey.
So, I just need to sit back, relax, and enjoy this exciting moment waiting at Darwin airport. Safe travels, everyone!
I'm so excited to be in Singapore, even for a 3-hour stopover. Unforgettable experiences are everywhere. If you need a quick pick-me-up, we've got just the thing for you - a fast walk for a coffee!
Singapore Changi Airport Terminal 3 has plenty of coffee shops and cafes, but you must find them. From traditional kopitiams to hipster cafes, you'll find various coffee options to suit your taste.
So, why not take a stroll on the Travelator and enjoy the sights and sounds of Terminal 3 while sipping on your favourite cup of joe? It's the perfect way to recharge and prepare for the next adventure.
Everything is so still
As we fly over Greece
Sitting eating sleeping
Transcending from dream to dream
Thinking of time
And the occasional disturbance
The whole ship of us - together
Today, we're sharing a fascinating travel story from our recent trip to Barcelona. So, buckle up, and let's dive right in!
After a long flight from Singapore to Barcelona, we eagerly anticipated our arrival at our Airbnb. Little did we know, our taxi driver had a few surprises in store for us. As we made our way through the bustling city, we passed by a cemetery, a tunnel, and a small park before finally reaching our destination.
It was an unexpected journey, but these little moments make travelling memorable. We can't wait to share more of our adventures with you. Until the next adventure, safe travels!
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