It has been a constant background hum in my life. It is not about being not good enough or perfect. It is just I am never satisfied with what I am doing. The act itself, and not the result of it. Like, never. I would start something I thought I wanted to do, and for a hot minute, maybe a day or two, there is this little spark of… something. But then, poof. It is gone, and the wanting starts all over again. And you know what I am starting to realize? This constant state of not being okay with… […] continue reading

So, I have been thinking. A lot. Like, really thinking. Do you know those moments when you look down at the phone screen at 3 pm and suddenly wrestle with the big questions? Yeah, those. These are the ones that mostly come these days after scrolling through things on the internet (It is not always on the internet. That is just the space around where I get mine). I hear people often call it an “existential crisis”. Sounds dramatic. Scary, even. People really do not want to go through it. But what if we flipped that around? What if, instead… […] continue reading

Here it is with contractions expanded: You know, I found this joke in a book once, and honestly, I could not stop laughing. It was that silly-clever kind of funny: “Where do you bury the World Crossword Champion after they die? Six feet down and five feet across.” I went around telling everyone, I liked it that much! Around the same time, I was racking my brain for college project ideas, and then it hit me – crosswords! But then I started thinking… if we are burying the World Champion (a human being, after all!), should it not be in… […] continue reading

I find it funny that the little quiet corner I spot and start walking towards in this world is always filled with people who have reached before me. It feels like the path less travelled for a while, but then you start walking down that path, looking around, and suddenly… people. Everywhere. Whenever I really get into something – you know, start digging deep, putting in the hours – it always ends up feeling like I am just bumping into people in spaces that looked empty from the outside. Of course, meeting new ideas and people is life, right? But… […] continue reading

When everything feels overwhelming, and I do not know what to do or who to turn to, I start a blog. Writing has become my way of letting it out, even if I am not saying it out loud in person. I was not born to keep my stories to myself. Of course, you will not find me openly complaining—that is not my style. But between the lines, you will catch glimpses of my emotions among those I choose to share. Internet, from a very young age, became my quiet way of connecting, of reminding myself that I am not… […] continue reading