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150 Years Old, and He Laughs: A Merlin Ring

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150 years old—and he laughs! And I laugh too. We’ve known each other for a long, long time. Honestly, I don’t know how he remembers me, because I’ve tried not to remember that I ever met him.

Sure, anyone would sell their soul for the opportunity I had—but not me. First, I am intelligent enough to explore it, and second, I am not—and never have been—interested in it.

The Merlin ring is not for me. He laughs, I laugh, but the energies come from deep, shadowy places. I’m truly not interested—but no one seems to understand.

A wild dream, chased by so many, is my big NO and a sign of insanity. I do not want to be part of their world. Not me. I like my freedom, my incognito face, my coffee, and enjoying simple conversations with simple people—people like me.

Merlin ring encounter glowing

The Chase for Power, Money, and Youth


People chase power, money, long legs, and eternal youth. Nope. Sorry!

Well… maybe I could try once. A thought comes to my mind: perhaps in a utopian game of power, I could gather all these dirty men fighting for territories and influence at one table and ask:

“WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU WANT MORE?”

You’ve got this, and you’ve got that, and you’ve got the other… and yet you still fight. You still destroy lives. You still want more. Are you never satisfied? Have you gone crazy? Are you trying to be the only God?

It is impossible. God gave life for all. If you’re crazy, it’s better to stop.

Maybe I could try it—just once.

The dangers of Chasing Power

A Meeting of Minds and the Merlin Ring

He smiled as if he knew my thoughts. Of course, external affairs are always discussed in the fresh air—no phones, no walls, no cameras—just Spring and God.

Does he really have 150 years? I think so.

He passed by me, waving with his long, scary hands. The Merlin ring blinked on his finger, just like his eyes.

He knows that I know—and I know that he knows—how my mind’s energies work. I am exactly what he is not, and that is dangerous for both of us.

I waved back and kept walking. I need to find the linguist I met—I want to talk with him.

What evil force decided this? For what reason? Money is not a reason to destroy humanity.

He can help me—I know he can. I keep walking… we need a normal life, not craziness for humanity. With or without AI, we must protect it.

AI Ethics and Humanity

150-year-old Merlin ring encounter

Till We Meet Again

Choose your jewel. I have chosen mine.

My Merlin Ring

Happiness Therapy: Why I Changed My Wednesday Place

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Last Wednesday, something shifted.

Not in the sky, not in the streets—but inside me.

I changed my Wednesday afternoon place. You might wonder why?

Well… let’s say I was just looking for a slow moment: a chai, some gentle music, my notebook, and the comfort of stories.

But even when you’re not looking for trouble—it has a strange way of finding you.

A man from my past showed up.

We had a history. I did him a favor once and saved his life, and in some odd twist of fate, he did me one now — just by showing up.

You see, some people share a table, and the image of the past is between them.

Two people with too much between them can’t stay in the same seat.

So I left.

I didn’t want to complicate things or have another chance of a crazy teacup.

I was looking for peace—only.

✨ A Glimpse of Love… and Something More

At my new place, I noticed a young woman sitting alone. For over an hour, she just stayed. Quiet. Thoughtful.
It felt like watching a version of myself. Alone.
Still.
Processing.

But then—suddenly—a man rushed in. Her boyfriend, wearing a dirty kitchen apron, crossing the street on his break just to share dinner with her.

A sandwich, a few laughs.
Love in the air.
And something simple… something real.

💛 Healing Before Happiness

That moment made me think about writing a different kind of story.
Not a love story. A therapy story.

Because here’s a truth that hit me hard that day:

Love isn’t supposed to heal you.
Healed souls are the only ones who can truly love.

To love deeply, to be happy—you have to be radically open, brave enough to be vulnerable.
And if you have pain, unhealed wounds, bitterness, resentment—then what you’re calling “love” might just be a desperate simulation.

💬 Why Am I Not Happy?

Ask yourself this:
“Why am I not happy?”

The answer might not be what you think.
Your soul might not be healed.
Your mind might still be looping old pain.
Your body might be worn from pretending.

Or maybe it’s all of it.

And here’s the hard part:
Only you can heal it.

Not your pet.
Not your partner.
Not money.
Not success.

Only you can walk toward that healing.

🛤 Change the Place. Change the Self.

Sometimes, you need to change your café.
Sometimes, you need to change your life.

Change your space.
Change your body.
Change your beliefs.
Change your relationship with your past, your habits, your silence, your noise.

Healing isn’t easy, but it’s real.
And it’s yours alone to find.

💥 My Own Unhappiness

For me?
I realized that I’m tired of living in a society where:

  • Good, normal people are constantly watched and controlled,
  • While toxic, dishonest people live free and are even supported in their chaos.

That distortion messes up my life and home. It steals joy.

Because I believe life should be normal and free—not one or the other.

You can’t be crazy and free, it doesn’t work.
You can’t be normal and controlled, it’s soul-destroying.

You must choose how you want to live—then fight for that version of freedom with everything you have.

🧭 Final Note

So no, this isn’t a love story.
It’s a therapy one.

A reminder that your healing is your responsibility.
That your peace might come from a different bench, a new table, a fresh song, or a warm cup of tea in a quieter corner.

Not by stealing or messing with someone else’s home and life! And naming it CONTROL!

Start there.

Happiness is always genuine!

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