A Day That Feels Like Mine
July 29, 2026
My days begin with journaling and preparing tea, followed by watering the plants. A steady day would also include yoga and a few minutes of strength training. … More A Day That Feels Like Mine
Tag: personal growth
The Way Back to Myself
July 28, 2026
Journaling is my companion whenever I feel uncertain about anything. Sometimes, I hesitate to fully open up and write about what has been bothering me. … More The Way Back to Myself
The Steadiness of Returning
July 23, 2026
Sometimes, when I stumble over answering a simple question, I know it is time to pause and reflect. This was one such question. … More The Steadiness of Returning
When Life Happens
June 8, 2026
Sometimes,
I feel
we are not loving life
as it deserves
to be loved. … More When Life Happens
The Unpredictable Path
April 20, 2026
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
Isn’t that an insane question to ask anyone?
Who are we to know?
How can anyone predict what’s coming next? … More The Unpredictable Path
At The Brink
March 2, 2026
Sometimes I just don’t see it—
how close to the edge I stand.
Sometimes I feel, though,
the despair,
the desperation
of being at the brink. … More At The Brink
In Fragments and Meaning
February 23, 2026
What are dreams made of
Fluffy pieces of cloud
refusing to drift away,
making me feel light,
sometimes they are
what my dreams are made of. … More In Fragments and Meaning
Of Unfinished Dreams and Daily Routines
January 16, 2026
“The secret of your future is hidden in your daily routine.” – Mike Murdock
I don’t know exactly what awaits me in the future. I have made many plans, yet I often find them difficult to execute in the present. … More Of Unfinished Dreams and Daily Routines
Lessons In Disguise
January 12, 2026
If you look at it calmly,
you will see—
life is full of
lessons in disguise.
Most of them
are on repeat,
as if
they refuse
to leave our side. … More Lessons In Disguise
Echoes of a Dream
January 4, 2026
The path appeared out of nowhere. Megha stopped in her tracks. Where had this trail come from? Every morning she jogged along this same road, yet she had never seen this new path before. … More Echoes of a Dream
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