There is a common belief that if you are single, you must be missing something, as if you are incomplete without a partner. Movies, songs, and social media constantly reinforce the idea that true happiness begins when you find “the one.” But what if that isn’t entirely true? What if love and relationships are, in […]
There are days when I constantly ask myself: Am I good enough as a person?Am I even doing enough? This constant battle in my headtires me and frustrates me. I ruthlessly judge myself—every move, every thought, every wish. It’s not ethical.It’s not right.It’s not enough. I didn’t give everything.I didn’t push hard enough. I tell
The real consequence of war is not just the physical destruction. It is the numbness that follows. War doesn’t just destroy buildings — it destroys sensitivity. When violence becomes routine, people stop reacting to it. Sensitivity fades. Empathy weakens. We begin to see suffering as normal. The greatest loss is not buildings or borders —
The only good thing about it is that this too shall pass. We are not here for long. The good doesn’t last — and neither does the bad. Value Your Own Efforts
My home is the dearest place in the world to me. I don’t think I love anyone or anything more than I love my home. It’s something I’ve achieved after years of effort — perhaps the only thing in my life that truly feels like mine. There are times when I feel there’s no one
Out there, under the black starry sky, a sailor sails alone in a sea that has no end—where the sky meets the water and becomes one. His ship is not strongly built, nor equipped with modern facilities; it is a tired old vessel, an old companion. It carries scars of its battles with the sea
And even when I manage to achieve something, another dream quickly takes its place.
Fulfillment never gives me its taste.
Accomplishment always feels out of reach.
Still, I keep rising, falling, rising, falling—yet moving
Sometimes, you put in a lot of effort to please someone, yet you can’t seem to appreciate what you’ve done. This constant tug-of-war shuts you down. You can’t fully celebrate your victories, nor can you feel truly satisfied with your achievements.
It was noon. The entire day had been spent in the scorching heat of this bustling, unforgiving city. I had been on my usual walk, but the scorching wind had made me decide to cut it short and leave the park early. Normally, I walk both to and from the park, but that day the
I find myself in the fallen leaves scattered on the ground,crushed beneath the careless footsteps of strangers. I find myself in the hollow, dreamless eyes of a beggar boy,standing silently at the corner of a street,waiting for the mercy of a few coins. I find myself in the smile of a newborn child,eyes just opening,