In the beginning, there were two. They were inseparable, sharing secrets under starlit skies and dreams over morning coffee. In moments of difficulty, they were each other's sanctuary, and in a world full of change, they were each other's constant. Then there were three. One chose
"In a few years, I'll be the boss," she dreams, her mind full of career plans. But she decides on a brief pause, just enough to ensure her little one gets the best start. As he goes off to school, she’s his cheerleader, cheering him
He's at that tricky mid-career stage, always thinking about the future. The same old daily grind at work is starting to make him lose interest. Around him, he sees everyone rushing towards popular career options, like a herd following a trend without much thought. He's not
"I'm not like them," she would think with a hint of resignation. She wasn’t wired to be one of the settlers. "I can‘t take the easy path life offers me," she would say, "I want to feel alive." She was
He started his startup with a fire in his heart. "I'll show them," he thought, turning away from everyone's advice, convinced that he alone knew the path to greatness. But as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, that fire began to
She sits quietly, her world narrowed to the baby inside her. Small, precious, yet so far from her arms. She longs to hold him, to touch him, but all she can do is wait, feel his tiny feet, and hope. Her love is big, her fears even bigger. Is she
The blank textbox is white, large, and empty. "How do I start?" I wonder. "What if it doesn't make sense?" I worry. "Should every story have a neat ending?" Life isn't tidy, you know. It's all mixed up,
He’s sitting at the table, cards in his hands, eyes locked on the deck. He feels the possibilities, a pulsing current under his skin, as the dealer slides the next card. Yes, yes, that next card is going to be his, for sure. The card flips. His heart leaps,
Why not buy a house? It's what adults do, right? Nothing screams ‘I’ve made it!’ like a three-bedroom with an open kitchen. At the sales office, the salesperson has his charm cranked up to ten. He shows me glossy brochures with happy families in perfect homes. The
Okay, I understand the science of cold showering, how the fear triggers the fight-or-flight response, makes the brain sharper and all that jazz. It’s great in theory, as long as my mind, the one narrating this, can overpower my body’s instincts. So, I’m there, all pumped up,
I look at an old, crinkled photograph, and in an instant, I'm whisked back – a small child again, cradled in his mother's arms. Her soothing voice fills the room, hushing the world around me. Her gentle sway rocks me, the rhythm like a heartbeat, steady and
I've always been captivated by the idea of the world starting over. I picture a raw and primal existence where it's just me against the elements. I imagine waking up to the sound of birds instead of traffic, hunting for food in the forests, and sitting
As I hit ‘post,’ a piece of me sails off into the vast ocean of the internet. The immediate aftermath is a rush - the dopamine kicks in. Likes, comments, shares begin to trickle, quickly turning into a blazing stream. It’s exhilarating. Every notification a pat on the back,
They're like shadows, always with me, holding my peace of mind hostage. Just a sound, a smell, or a word, and I'm back in those heart-wrenching moments, overwhelmed by fear and doubt. Regret weighs heavily on me. Why was I there? Why did I make that
I'm writing to you from a place that's kind of tough, but I keep thinking about what our life is like in the future. Are you the strong, amazing person I dream about? Have you carried the weight of everyone’s expectations? You know, I say
”Everything happens for a reason,” I tell myself, trying to inject some hope into the echo of bad news. ”I'll be stronger because of this,” I continue, my voice growing firmer with conviction. The thought that this mishap is actually a blessing in disguise is strangely comforting. The