It’s the middle of the night. I fell asleep very early. Now I’m awake and I come to words. I've been thinking and writing about my quest. That brings me to: And what about you, my friend, what about you?
The piece feels like someone speaking softly in the dark, not to impress but to truly reach another human being. Every my friend lands like a hand gently resting on yours, a reminder that the question comes from care, not curiosity. The poem’s night‑time stillness makes the questions feel deeper, as if honesty is finally allowed to breathe. Elsa isn’t asking about achievements; she’s asking about the fragile, trembling parts of a life fear, courage, love, longing. Her own quest, “for love and for truth,” is offered with humility, almost like a confession. The repetition becomes a kind of heartbeat, steady and reassuring, inviting the reader to look inward without shame. There is something profoundly human in the way she wonders about despair and joy in the same breath. The poem feels less like a text and more like a moment of companionship, the kind that only happens when the world is quiet. By the end, the question lingers gently, not demanding an answer but making space for one. And in that space, the reader feels seen perhaps more than they expected.
✨🙂🥂👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻💕🔥🏆Thank you Elsa! Next post your voice singing the sound please! Yes we all have a quest! Even if sometimes blurry.. As long as the spike is in our body, as long as the soul is ready to 🤺we all have a quest 🤗 and our quest in a way or other is interlaced with our friends quest..
The piece feels like someone speaking softly in the dark, not to impress but to truly reach another human being. Every my friend lands like a hand gently resting on yours, a reminder that the question comes from care, not curiosity. The poem’s night‑time stillness makes the questions feel deeper, as if honesty is finally allowed to breathe. Elsa isn’t asking about achievements; she’s asking about the fragile, trembling parts of a life fear, courage, love, longing. Her own quest, “for love and for truth,” is offered with humility, almost like a confession. The repetition becomes a kind of heartbeat, steady and reassuring, inviting the reader to look inward without shame. There is something profoundly human in the way she wonders about despair and joy in the same breath. The poem feels less like a text and more like a moment of companionship, the kind that only happens when the world is quiet. By the end, the question lingers gently, not demanding an answer but making space for one. And in that space, the reader feels seen perhaps more than they expected.
✨🙂🥂👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻💕🔥🏆Thank you Elsa! Next post your voice singing the sound please! Yes we all have a quest! Even if sometimes blurry.. As long as the spike is in our body, as long as the soul is ready to 🤺we all have a quest 🤗 and our quest in a way or other is interlaced with our friends quest..
I will listen to my singing, and redo a line of two of it, so it is clearer.
My sense is that, to be a fully developed human, we all have a quest, so we are fulfilled. Right now, for most people, the quest may be more urgent.