HOPE;

Some loves begin like a gentle rain,

Soft and pure, yet touched by pain. 

They bloom and slip away,

Just like the sky

That turns blue 

And fades into grey.

For with or without 

Life goes on but

The promises lingers, 

Memories echo and,

The hope never dies, 

For what was promised, but never came. 

The days slipped into weeks,

Weeks into month, 

Months into year,

And you came, not anymore.

Promises never drifted,

But you stepped away

Not just out of heart

Rather out of sight, 

Further beyond oceans. 

Do the promises lingers 

Or knows the wait I keep?

If waiting is an art,

I would be the masterpiece 

Because it’s mind over matter.

The hope still continues;

“Small talks, Big lesson”

“That conversation left my heart quietly aching, 

but when I returned to the words I had written,

it wasn’t just a pain, my heart cried in a language only I could understand”.

 

Hello readers, long time no see—indeed, a very long time.

I’ve been out of ideas lately, and truth be told, even today, I don’t have a concrete topic to write about. But sometimes, inspiration strikes in the most unexpected moments—and today, it came from a simple yet deeply meaningful conversation I had with one of my senior colleagues at work, which I believe growth and learning shouldn’t just be from the work we do, it can be from just watching and listening to what they have to do and say. 

We’ve been working together transcribing a book for publication, and during long hours of editing, when fatigue and sleepiness start to creep in, we often engage in casual conversations—about anything and everything.  But this time, the topic turned personal.

He shared about his life—how he began his journey with a mere Nu. 1,500 salary and without a proper education. Listening to him made me realize just how different life was for his generation compared to ours. He didn’t complain; instead, he shared with quiet strength and dignity. But what struck me most wasn’t just his past struggles—it was the deep concern he has for his children, which might be the same with other parents as well. 

That, I believe, is the heart of this writing.

So many of us, especially in today’s world, take our parents’ sacrifices for granted. We assume it’s their responsibility to provide, to protect, to pave the way for us—and in doing so, we often overlook the invisible weight they carry. Out of 100 children, I believe almost 90 never fully understand what it means to struggleand simultaneously worry about their children’s future.

Parents rarely speak openly about their hardships. They quietly endure, silently choosing our comfort over their own needs. They don’t think of themselves—they live, breathe, and sacrifice for us. And though they may not always say it, their actions echo the truth: they would give up everything—even their lives—just to see us happy and successful. 

That short conversation left a deep impact on me. It was more than just small talk. It made me realize what it meant be parents and made me reflect on my own parents. In this conversation his daughter resembled me and many other children and he as a parent resembled many other parents. It was a reminder—one that made me pause and reflect on the unconditional love and sacrifices that too often go unnoticed.

Let us never wait too long to appreciate the ones who gave us everything without asking for anything in return. May this piece of writing reach to many children who are lost just as me  and often forget to reflect on their parent’s sacrifices.

The Dualities in Life.

 

Do you know?

Everything in this world
Comes in twos—

Life and death,
Like blooming flowers
That one day wilt.

Pain and joy,
Like working hard today
For a brighter tomorrow.

Love and hate,
The one you love the most
Can hurt you the deepest or 

Vice versa.

Rejection and redirection,
As if life whispers—
“Not this path, but a better one awaits.”

Beginning and end,
A gentle reminder:
Nothing is permanent.

Presence and absence,
We often feel someone's worth
Only in their absence.

Dreams and reality,
We chase the dreams 
While grounded by harsh reality.

Tears and smiles,
For even joy can overflow
Through eyes filled with tears.

Lies and intuition,
No mask can hide the lie
From the whisper of instinct.

These dualities mirror the rhythm of existence,
A dance of contrasts, a cycle of growth.
They teach us that light needs shadow,
That every sorrow makes joy richer.

In embracing both sides of life,
We find the balance that makes us whole.

Romanticizing My Daily Life :)

Hi readers,

Our everyday lives don’t have to be boring— you can always find little ways to romanticize your existence. Here’s how I add a sprinkle of magic to my everyday life;

I often switch up my phone wallpaper to match the color of my phone case. I usually scroll for aesthetic wallpapers through Instagram threads — it’s oddly satisfying.

I spend hours on Pinterest just to find the perfect nail inspiration. I even try my hand at recreating the designs myself (they’re not flawless, but I love them anyway).

I take photos of anything that looks soul-stirring, even if I never post them anywhere. They’re just for me, little moments frozen in time.

I enjoy changing my Instagram username occasionally, and once in a blue moon, I go on a digital cleanse — removing followers or friends to feel refreshed (who can relate?)

I obsess over a single song and play it on repeat for weeks or even months like a comforting lullaby for my soul. 

One of my favorite things is having slow, intentional meals, preferably while watching a movie or a series (most of my friends do that as well). It turns an ordinary meal into a cozy little ritual. 

These things may seem insignificant, but they truly elevate my mood and make everyday life feel a bit more poetic. (Even writing is one thing i do to romanticize my life:) 

So, how do you romanticize your life?

Remember, you get to decide whether it’s going to be boring or beautiful.

My Younger Self

 I met my younger self for a coffee in my imagination this morning.

She was there before me- always excited about meeting new people
And I was right on time, having learned that patience is not in my list anymore.

She ordered iced coffee and I did the same observing how our taste hasn't changed.

She wore a skinny jeans and a sweat shirt, while I wore mom jeans with a white top.
We were both short haired- some things never change.

She told me how stressed she's about her studies and I told her I have graduated university.

We talked about our families and she tells me how much she loves her mother, I tell her how much I missed mine.

She asked about my bestfriends and I tell her our friends have the same name but she hadn't heard some of their names yet.

She told me about how much obsessed she is with the mountains but who's gonna convince her about how excited i am to move beyond oceans.

She told me that she wanted to study law but I said her dreams might fade away as God always has other plans.

She told me she feels ugly and insecure in her body but I said our body is the most interesting thing to talk about.

She said she's excited about being adult and have a family one day, I told her am still learning how to love so I can have someday too.

10 years down the line, i can't wait to have different conversation and stories with my younger self:)

Succession or Harsh Reality?

 Is it only me? or does it happens with anyone of you reading? Basically we tend to make promises or manifest not to make the same mistake over again after all the lessons learned, yet mistakes are inevitable and we tend to repeat the old circle all over again:(

In the very beginning of the year, we all have something to manifest and at the very end of the year, everyone of us has something to share about or something to jot down as a takeaway.When you do so, there's always a common realization where you feel like, "Damn I could have done something better than this or maybe I should have never done that". I reckon am not alone in this as it is most likely to be common among everyone of us.

Reflecting on my life in the year 2024, I can't even recall some of the moments that had happened but looking at it so far, i believe it's far from perfect. It was a transformative year, majority of adulthood, friendship dynamics and career struggles. For the first time, I cared less about pleasing people in my life, finding peace within and prioritized myself. However, while doing so, I had ups and downs as some things are easier said than done. Some bonds fell apart, leading to failure in relationships. Such dynamics may have been painful but it has also tested my patience and let me to move forward with those who uplift me regardless of the circumstances. 

We tend to have fantasies of getting a dream job after graduation and living perfectly like no other but then reality hit us differently. Maybe people with big brains and powerful background or the lucky ones may be able to live up to those fantasies but people like us, you know if you know. Not gonna lie, I have attended numerous interviews only to get feedbacks like, "Course not relevant" or "lack of experiences". Those constant rejection had me question my abilities and at times I felt like throwing a chair on their face but was forced to keep moving forward because the world's richest person like Elon Musk didn't achieve their wealth overnight, it required patience, strategies and resilience. Similarly, there are many inspirational people like Colonel Harland Sanders, who faced numerous rejection before his fried chicken recipe became a global sensation. Today, as you know KFC is one of the largest fast food chains in the world, which proves that it's never too late to succeed. I struggled for my career path and am still struggling but one thing is for sure and some day or other I would make it- slowly but surely. 

2024 wasn't perfect but it was a year of maturity, growth and survival. As I step into 2025, I would not promise but manifest good health, good career and be able to embrace what comes afterward. 

What it means to live a good life?

Dear readers,

Does living a good life mean earning a lot of money? Does it mean focussing on material things and sacrificing your time and health? Or does it look like getting a lucrative job but living in a hectic environment?

Perhaps true joy of living a good life come from non material aspects of life like relationship or personal fulfillment. Money and material things are not the key to good life, those are just the tool to enhance it. 

I know everyone of us, spent our whole childhood excited to grow up but when it finally comes, people often say adulting is demanding whenever life delivers us some heartache. Why do you think adulting becomes demanding?Exactly, it's because of unnecessary desires and expectations and moreover we live in a society where money and success are the top priority. Let's firstly attempt to look at our life without judgement, expectations and unnecessary desires. Let's assume we don 't live in a society where money and success truly matter. Perhaps, let's go back to the time where we were too young to follow the certain playbook of the world in order to live with purpose and meaning. What could there be?_ Happiness for real. Because maybe you just wanted little things in life like, wanting to be a efficient housewife or maybe a small cozy cafe owner or perhaps a life that brings you a sense of mental peace. Living a good life should be connected with the younger version of yourself, focused on your true passion, joy and desires. And not with what the world has to offer or where the world takes you to. Let's not envy other person's life and truly focus on what's in our life, only then true happiness exist and success flourish. 

With that being said,

Would you rather have a life of abundance with less focus on yourself and others or a demure life filled with rich connections and peace of mind?