A single line can stay longer than a whole conversation—this is where poetry begins.
World Poetry Day • March 21
For those who’d rather listen.
Some words are not just said, they stay, They echo soft, then find their way. Not loud, not forced, not made to show, But something real you come to know.
No need for lines that try too hard, No need to play the clever card. A simple phrase, a quiet tone, Can say the things you’ve never shown.
It lives in thoughts you almost miss, In silent doubts, in moments like this. In words that land and gently stay, Long after they have slipped away.
A line that feels like it is yours, A truth that quietly opens doors, A rhythm soft that flows right through, Like something deeply close to you.
You do not need a poet’s name, Or chase applause, or seek out fame. Just write the truth, however small, And let it simply be your call.
For poetry is not to impress, But help the heart to say things best. And in that line, both clear and free, You pause—and say, “This sounds like me.”
For those who’d rather listen.Hitobito • Darem Placer
The word “respect” is used everywhere today, but many of us no longer stop to ask what it really means.
In many places, respect is no longer about how a person lives or behaves. We often tie it to fear, fame, money, position, titles, or connections. Sometimes we use it simply to avoid trouble and keep things calm.
It looks like respect, but it is not. It becomes obedience, acting, and playing safe.
We see people demand respect because they hold power. We see others expect it because they are rich or influential. Some receive respect because they sound smart or confident. Some are “respected” only because people are afraid to speak.
There is also group-based respect. We are respected if we belong. If we do not, we are ignored or treated as less.
In this kind of system, loyalty often matters more than truth. Silence feels safer than honesty. Groups protect themselves even when they are wrong.
Slowly, we stop seeing people as people. We start seeing labels, ranks, and memberships instead.
Even polite words can lose their meaning. Words like “opo” were once spoken with care. They showed attention and humility. Over time, they can turn into habit. The word is said correctly, but the feeling is gone.
This is not unique to one culture. Many languages have polite words or forms of speech. English uses “sir” and “ma’am.” Other languages change how sentences are spoken. Different systems, same idea.
The problem is the same everywhere. When we use polite words without intention, they become empty.
When respect becomes automatic, expected, or fake, it slowly loses its value.
The irony is simple. We often talk most about respect in places where we struggle to practice it quietly.
Real respect does not need to be announced. We see it in how we act, how we speak, and how we listen.
And there is something higher than respect.
Dignity.
Dignity does not depend on money, power, or approval. It stays with us even when respect is gone. No one gives it to us. No one can take it away.
Respect comes from others. Dignity comes from within us.
People may respect us for the wrong reasons. But dignity is always ours.
Higher than dignity is conscience. The choice to do what is right even when it costs comfort, safety, or popularity.
History does not remember who was praised the most. It remembers who stood firm when it was hard.
That is why dignity does not sound cool. It was never meant to.
Trends fade. Titles disappear. Words lose meaning.
Character stays.
And that is the only kind of respect worth keeping among people (Hitobito).
Different names, same story. Wherever we are, we’re all just… People. Soon on Bandcamp.
