I used to rush through thingsas if staying too long meant I was falling behind. Finish the draft.Move on.Start something new. But the longer I stayed with the work,the more I noticed something strange: My hands changed before the work did. The sentence I once acceptedsuddenly felt unfinished —not because it was wrong,but because I […]
The Truth About Perfection: It’s in the Staying Read More »
We chase perfection as if it’s a place,a point we’ll reach once everything aligns. I used to think once I arrived,I’d finally feel complete. But maybe what feels perfect nowwon’t look the same once I’m living inside it. Because how many people have arrived,only to find the dream feels differentfrom the picture they painted? The
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We scroll endlessly, wishing for another life —while this one waits in the background,quietly offering what we once wished for. A life full of what-ifs,overflowing with maybes,yet somehow,empty of this moment. Because every wish tied to what’s goneor what’s not here yetpulls us further from the ground beneath our feet. It isn’t wrong to wish.It’s
Drowning Wishes — A Life Full of Wishes, Empty of Now Read More »
Some wishes are survival.A lifeline for those in war,in hunger,in hands that never chose the labour they carry. For those taken,traded,trapped —for those hurting behind closed doors,and those under hospital ceilings,counting days and drops,wishing their bodies back to peace.Their only freedom lives inside a wish. And for those who left their homes behind,crossing borders, languages,learning
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One time a friend came to me needing a distraction.She had made a mistake in the past,something she thought was buried.But that day, it returned heavy in her chest. Later, I asked how it was going.She smiled and said it was better nowbecause she saw a TikTok that said,“The past shouldn’t affect your present.” I
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Everyone craves connection.To feel seen.To feel loved in some way. Behind it all is a simple desire —a foster child hoping for a family,a quiet student wishing for a friend,a parent longing for someone to understand them. For me, it has always been love.The kind that feels like home.The kind you can build a life
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