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Fears and Wars

He has his own fears, often he beholds his own wars, some days with a raised face and at times with a downcast smug. Hate and love are two perfect sides of a coin, there is no in-between. He often tries not to judge people that he rans into amidst the craziness of life. Some new, some acquaintances and many that he has known over long conversations. His type of conversations covers short spurts of strenuous "hellos" and "heys". The amount of fake charades on people's faces and actions always makes his heart cringe; not with fear but with a lot of pain. It takes a certain amount of opening up to get to let people into his life, especially when one is reserved. And when he does, his life resides there; a center of unhinged openness . He hates changes and often a great deal is characterized with a Traditionalist view. He likes to see things organized in a certain way; less drama. Untidy workplaces irritates the comfort in him, and interrupted schedule screws up ...

The Steady Stopwatch that lost Count.

Ever woken up in the middle of the night, and just sat there, in pitch black darkness, wondering where you life is headed? Well, I cannot spend my whole entire youth grovelling over something that this accursed existence cannot give. There are instances where I have thought of where comfort zones and taking the over-hyped "risks" come into play. A thin line so to say. sadness brims the heart that melts from a simple resistance. There are things that I cannot change; there are those that I can flip with a blink and voila, they are gone, albeit with minimal or no effort at all. I can choose to smile, or frown, to laugh or cry, or even to love or hate, bad or good; and so forth and so on, you catch my drift. One thing though, you are the person that you are, some things you cannot change, they are part and parcel of your existence. Other things can be altered to fit your environment and enhance your daily dos and don'ts. I choose to smile, to love: to always make so...

Home: A Realm Within

Perhaps today is not the day for memoirs, but a little churn and a twist from the norm. Today, I write about home—a place we often go back to at the end of a rough or a jolly good day. A home is not just a place, but a realm within us. A space where we find peace, contentment, and joy. Home is the scent of familiar spices wafting from the kitchen, the creak of a well-trodden wooden floor, the soft hum of voices that know our stories without needing to ask. It is the quiet sanctuary after a long day, the laughter echoing in the corridors of memory, the warmth of a beloved presence, even when miles apart. It is not confined to four walls and a roof, nor is it defined by the grandeur of its architecture. But home is also change. It is the bittersweet moment of packing up childhood belongings, leaving behind walls that once echoed with our growing pains. It is the ache of longing when we search for traces of what was, only to find that time has repainted the doors and rearranged the furnit...

Unreserved Intention.

There are moments in life that feel sacred, not because of their grandeur but because of the rawness they hold. They arrive unannounced, wrapped in the simplicity of a smile, a conversation that lingers, or the way the world suddenly feels aligned in a way it never quite has before. When we meet a special soul, when we give ourselves fully to the moment, something shifts—we are no longer just existing; we are living. The sacrosanct act of giving it whole. Of offering ourselves with unreserved intention, allowing our thoughts and emotions to flow freely without the barriers we so often construct. There is something deeply human, deeply divine, in that surrender—where nothing is held back, and everything is embraced. It is in these moments that we come to understand the quiet, profound truth: the joy we seek, the peace we crave, has always been within arm’s reach. To be present is an act of gratitude. To take in the moment slowly, allowing it to fill every corner of our being, is a gift ...

Palatable.

Sometimes, being kind-hearted feels like an uphill battle. You give your time, energy, and care to others, only to be met with indifference or even exploitation. It’s a sentiment echoed in the timeless song by Wham. The bittersweet nature of giving and not receiving in return, a feeling many of us can relate to when we put our all on the line. Yet, there’s something deeply hopeful about the idea of giving—even if it doesn’t always work out. Today, I want to reflect on why good people sometimes finish last, and how embracing a mindset of prevention rather than cure can create healthier dynamics while preserving our own emotional well-being. At the heart of every meaningful interaction is the hope of connection. Good people often see the glass as half-full, choosing to approach relationships with empathy and understanding. They’re the ones who listen intently, offer help without hesitation, and believe in the goodness of others, even when it’s hard to see. This optimism is a gift. It all...

Intentionality.

For starters, happy new year. I have been mulling on doing a piece on intentionality for a while and, for sure, I have mentioned a bit of it to those that I have struck deeper notes of life with. Well, in brief, intentionality is a philosophical concept that refers to the capacity of the mind to be directed toward an object, idea, or state of affairs. It is a fundamental aspect of consciousness, enabling individuals to have thoughts about something, engage in purposeful actions, and maintain focus on specific goals or outcomes. Originating from the work of philosopher Franz Brentano in the 19th century, intentionality distinguishes mental phenomena from physical phenomena by highlighting the inherent directedness or "aboutness" of mental states. In everyday life, intentionality manifests in our ability to plan, deliberate, and navigate complex social interactions, as it involves both conscious and unconscious mental processes that guide behaviours and decision-making. In tha...