PB Flower

Why do we entertain toxicity in our lives? 🤔
Is it because we are drawn toward destruction?😱

This is especially true when we are young and full of life with no real exposure to the outside world. 😇 It seems like the need to be destroyed is natively coded in us. 💀And we learn to protect ourselves as we gain experience and knowledge. 🥸 Do you agree? 😏

I have dealt with much toxicity at a very young age. 🥺 I am thankful that I have left it all behind and moved on to a healthier life. 🥰

Have you been in a toxic relationship and knew precisely well what it was doing to you? 💔
Yet you were unable to get out until it faded away on its own. 😓

You don't have to say anything if it makes you uncomfortable. ❤️ I would love to know if 2025 was better than 2024. ☺️

If this reel touches you in some way, do read Ace Umbra by PB Flower (me!😁) on Amazon.

Also available in paperback worldwide. 📚

[Grandfather Paradox, Mandela Effect, Sci-fi Romance, Indic Mythology, toxic relationship, Author, Writer]

Has anyone thought of art like me?

I feel it is refusal. Isn't it? I mean, you can't contain it. It has to come out. Right?

Think about it. We only show what we can't hide.
And so, whatever is hidden inside us is the real thing, not what we show to the world.

Same goes for all the concepts we see. Because what we see is what has been shown, expressed, or refused and not what truly comprises them.

I know it sounds weird. But it took me while to understand this unusual draw. Hope you will get it after reading the full context from the excerpt taken from Yama Echo Maya.

✨He ambled closer and picked up one of my drawings. Most of my spare time was spent sketching the beauty around me. Zylus studied my art and said. “Every expression is a rejection.”
I was slightly offended. “Nothing too grand, huh?”
He hugged me tightly. “All I’m saying is that any action is refusal. Similar to how the color of an object is the spectrum of light it reflects. In reality, it is made of all the colors it has absorbed. We can never see its true identity since we rely on our eyes.”
I laughed in awe. What we see is not what’s there but what’s been refused. I got that. I felt that.✨

[Reflection, refraction, light spectrum, hard sci-fi, soft sci-fi, metaphysical, philosophy, science fiction, love triangle, Yama Echo Maya, God of death, Yama,]

Have you had to deal with the law recently?
If yes, what was your experience?

Read Yama Echo Maya to see how a law official realizes he was simply holding the wall of class divide.

[Disparity, class difference, rich vs. poor, society, dystopian, Yama, God of death, Indic Mythology]

Why do we entertain toxicity in our lives?
Is it true that we are drawn toward destruction?

This is especially true when we are young and full of life but with no real experience. Does that mean the need to be destroyed is natively coded in us?

Have you been in a toxic relationship and knew precisely well what it was doing to you?

Read Ace Umbra by PB Flower on Amazon.
Also available in paperback worldwide.
[Grandfather Paradox, Mandela Effect, Sci-fi Romance, Indic Mythology]

Why do people resort to selling their bodies?
Is it desperation, lack of skills, or simply an easier route?

Acquired skills and talents are rated above the natural body when making money. It is because of the morality factor that spawns shame and fear. It can also make one lose their bearings in society. It is hard to clean a tainted reputation and gain people's trust back.

What if there were no connotations attached to selling pleasure? Would our biology allow that?

I feel women are emotional creatures. We can't feel grand about such a choice. Unless we are numb. Mostly society does that to us... Rarely would it be the perversion of our wandering mind.

I am lost about why men would choose this route to support themselves. Or why anyone identifying as something other than man or a woman would choose to use their bodies to make money.

And if there were no connotations or consequences to this, I am sure it would be too prevalent initially and would then die down gradually.

As explained earlier, people have their reasons when making this choice. Yet we take the first chance to judge the others.

I'd rather count my blessings and let them be.

[Prostitution, morality, career, skills, jobs, society, money]

What are values?
Does it make sense to die for them?
Is life not more important than them?
Where does survival stand against them for you?

Can we even know until that choice presents?

Personally, I am sure I'd behave much differently when it comes to survival. Sitting in the comfort of my home, it is easier to take the higher ground.

Do you agree?

[Values, ethics, morality, survival, deceit, Yama Echo Maya, PB Flower]

First off, this has nothing to do with B**M.
Second, listen till the end for audiobook sample clip.
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Moving on... Many of you know I infuse different genres into one story.
Here is a short glimpse into my psyche behind this mania.
I don't have a one-track mind. I am pulled in every direction. And so, to ground my pervading stories, I use romance as an anchor.

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As an author, do you dabble with different genres?
As a reader, do you read books with genre mashup?