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Ripples from the Past, Strength for Today

Not every story has a sequel, but every chapter shapes who we are.

It just takes a pebble — something small, seemingly harmless — to stir ripples in still water. And sometimes, all it takes is a moment, a memory, or a breeze to stir old ripples in our lives, shaking emotions we thought were long buried.

Each of our lives is a storybook.
But not every story continues as a neat sequel.
Some chapters end abruptly, some fade out unfinished, and some leave behind more ache than answers.

And yet… they’re all ours.

Sometimes, we revisit those quiet alleys of our past — not because we want to, but because something pulls us there. A scent, a voice, a forgotten song.
And suddenly, we’re back — feeling everything all over again.
The sadness. The guilt. The loss.
We begin to wonder: Did I fail there? Did I choose wrong? Should I have done it differently?

But here’s something I want you — and myself — to remember today:

Taking a decision is brave. Living through it is braver.

No one else may say it, but I will:
You were strong then. You’re strong now.
Sometimes life doesn’t offer us the “right” choice — only the lesser wrong.
And in those moments, we do the best we can.

You may carry the weight of things unsaid or undone, but don’t let that drown you.
Hold yourself.
Breathe.
Place your hand on your heart and offer yourself compassion — the kind you so freely give to others.

This life — this one, imperfect, emotional, beautiful life — is still yours.

You don’t have to silence every ache.
You don’t need to erase old pages to write new ones.
You just need to remind yourself that you are a warrior of your own story.

Today, if you’re feeling weak, sad, or overwhelmed — it’s okay.
Hold yourself a little tighter.
Be gentle with your heart.
And whisper to yourself:
“This, too, will pass. I am healing. I am here.”

“The Contradictions That Bothers Me”

Daily writing prompt

What bothers you and why?

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Well, if I’m being honest — a whole list comes to mind.

But most of all, what really bothers me is the stark contradiction between what we’re taught and how the world actually works.

We grew up learning about values — honesty, kindness, integrity.
But step into the real world, and suddenly:

Take a stand for yourself? You’re selfish.
Seek comfort or material joys? You’re ruining the planet.
Choose a spiritual journey? You’re escaping responsibility.

We’re told the planet must be saved, yet we race for GDP.
We’re told peace matters most, yet the world spins on power.
We say human life is priceless, yet it’s often treated as disposable.

Even personal truths feel like riddles:

“Follow your passion,” they say — but how do you even find it in all this noise?

“Live authentically” — but within what kind of societal boxes?

And maybe, at the core of it all, what really bothers me is…
Thinking too much and never finding a clear way out. 🙂

But maybe that’s part of being human — holding questions we can’t fully answer, and still showing up anyway.

EVERYTHING GETS BETTER WITH AGE

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What do you think gets better with age?

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With age, I believe our understanding of life deepens in ways we never expect.
We begin to deal with people more gracefully, not because they change, but because we do.
Our ability to see through surface conversations, to notice what’s left unsaid, and to respond with wisdom — it all refines over time.

Friendship evolves, too.
It’s no longer about quantity or daily presence, but about quiet trust and shared peace.
Finances get better — not just in numbers, but in awareness of what truly holds value.

And perhaps most beautifully, our definition of fun changes.
It shifts from loud plans to peaceful evenings, from chasing trends to cherishing stillness.

So yes, aging isn’t something to fear — it’s something to grow into.
It’s true what they say:
If you age like wine, you get better in every way.

Planning, Failing, and Still Loving It

Maybe planning was never about the result — but about how it made us feel along the way.

Throughout my life, I’ve never really been sure of my planning.
But I’ve always loved it.

I’d make elaborate plans — color-coded tables, notebooks full of ideas, schedules that looked perfect on paper. And yet… most of them would fall apart before they even began.
I’d try. I’d fail. I’d try again.
But still, somehow, I kept planning.

With time, most of those big dreams and detailed roadmaps didn’t unfold the way I imagined.
Life had its own directions — sometimes far from what I intended.

There came a phase where I almost started believing that nothing is in our hands.
That everything is destiny, and planning is just a false hope.So I stopped.
I let things take their own course.
No pressure. No expectations.

But today — when I look back — I see it all a little differently.

Planning was never really about controlling the outcome.
It was about creating a process.

The part we often forget to value — the rhythm, the routine, the small decisions we make when we choose a direction.These days, my planning has changed.
It’s no longer about grand goals or impressing anyone — not even myself.

Now, it’s about:

Setting up a peaceful day.
Organizing a corner of the house.
Picking what to cook this week.
Making space for my writing, my baby, my breath.

Small plans. Flexible plans. Quiet plans.
But plans I truly enjoy making — and living.

Just a casual thought today:

We don’t always need to plan to win.
Sometimes, we plan to connect — to ourselves.

So…
What are you planning these days?
Even if it’s just a good cup of chai and a peaceful evening — it counts.

Perfect Pictures & Real Life Mess

Life isn’t meant to stay still — it’s meant to be lived, wrinkles and all.

While scrolling through Pinterest, I often find myself pausing at beautifully organised spaces — perfectly folded linens, symmetrical cushions, sunlit corners, calm tones.
And for a moment, I’m drawn in.
A quiet thought whispers, “How peaceful this looks… how perfect.”

But then another thought gently follows — how temporary this really is.

What we often see is a captured second, not a constant state.
Because the moment that well-tucked bed is slept in, the sheets will wrinkle.
The neatly aligned pillows will scatter.
The curtain might drift out of place with the wind.
And that pristine floor? It won’t stay untouched for long.

Life isn’t a still frame — it’s movement.

It’s cooking, working, feeding, laughing, cleaning, comforting, thinking — all happening at once.

Yes, there’s space for order. For tidying up. For beauty.
But expecting life to stay “picture perfect” at all times is where the pressure builds up.

Instead of chasing stillness, maybe we can learn to flow.

Peace isn’t always in the perfect —

Sometimes, it’s in learning to love the mess too.

The chaos of toys on the floor.
The off-centered curtain.
The laughter from a pillow fight.
The warmth of a used, lived-in space.

Let’s stop chasing an aesthetic and start living the reality — fully, gently, and with grace.

Perfect is nice for a photo.
But peace? That’s found in the honest, messy, wonderful rhythm of daily life.

Maybe It Was Never About the Answers

It’s not about knowing more. It’s about asking better.

Haven’t we all felt completely messed up at some point — stuck between decisions that led to random outcomes, unsure of what went wrong?

I used to think I needed better answers.
That maybe if I just read more, worked more, pushed more — I’d land on the “right” path.

But now, when I sit back and reflect, it hits me:
The problem wasn’t the answers. It was the questions I never asked.

Think about it.
We live in a time where answers are everywhere — just a few taps away, thanks to AI, books, podcasts, and everything else under the sun. But even AI can’t help you if you don’t know what to ask in the first place.

Isn’t that a little funny?

We spend our lives chasing clarity, yet we skip the most powerful step — questioning ourselves honestly.

What if growth isn’t in having answers…

…but in asking the right questions?

Questions that shake us.
That slow us down.
That force us to look within, before seeking outside.

What do I really need right now?
Am I chasing what I want — or what I’ve been told to want?
And even the tiniest question of the day:
“What do I want to eat today — something healthy and tasty, or just tasty?”

As simple as that sounds, it’s a start.
A start toward listening to yourself again.

So today, let’s begin from the beginning.
Not with answers — but with better, truer questions.
The kind that open doors inside us we didn’t even know were shut.

Everything else… will follow.

Growing Like a Baby

Maybe we’re not supposed to “fit in” — maybe we’re meant to grow like babies do.

These days, I mostly stay at home with my little baby — tiptoeing around his needs, his moods, and his tiny world.

His day is simple on the outside — a loop of sleeping, eating, playing, and repeating.
But sometimes I pause and wonder, isn’t this phase hard for him too?
He doesn’t have distractions like we do. No phones, no conversations, no weekend plans. Just… moments.

But the more I observe him, the more I realise — what looks simple isn’t necessarily small.

In his tiny world, each day is bursting with experiences:

One moment he’s discovering his fingers, the next he’s staring wide-eyed at the sky.
One bite is new texture, another is a flood of taste.
One sound is a surprise, another becomes music.
One face is unfamiliar, another becomes familiar love.

It made me realise something:
Maybe we’ve misunderstood what it means to “grow.”

🌱 Growth doesn’t always mean moving ahead.

Sometimes, it means diving deeper into our own little zone — just like a baby.

We don’t always need to fit into social timelines or expectations.
We can expand quietly, just by being curious.
We can feel more, not always do more.

And maybe, just maybe, life becomes more joyful when we stop trying to “perform” it — and simply start living it. Like our babies do.

Today, I’m learning backwards — from my baby.
Not to rush. Not to prove. But to truly experience.
And it’s turning out to be the most meaningful kind of growth.

When It All Feels Too Much

Not every day needs fixing. Some just need feeling.

Some days, life feels like it’s slowly crumbling in your hands.

You sit back and wonder — Did I make all the wrong decisions?
Were all those sacrifices for nothing?
And why does it feel like the world around is so indifferent, while you’re quietly drowning?

On those days, the weight gets too much. You feel like giving up. Or you find yourself bursting out in ways you didn’t expect — tears, silence, anger, or just plain exhaustion.

And the truth is… it’s okay.

Few are lucky to have a solid backup when they break down. Others silently rebuild themselves from pieces only they can see. But whether you have someone or you don’t — your feelings are valid.

There is no “right” or “wrong” way to feel overwhelmed.
There’s just being human.

It’s natural. It’s real. It’s messy.
And it’s perfectly okay if it doesn’t come out in a polished, acceptable way.

Be kind to yourself.

Have patience with your heart.
No one is made of steel.
You don’t need to hold everything together all the time.

When it feels like too much — pause. Breathe. Let the thoughts pass without chasing them.
You don’t have to fix anything right now. You don’t even have to think.

Just let yourself be.

Everything that matters will eventually settle into place.
And everything that doesn’t — will slowly fade away.

That’s how life works. Gently. Quietly. Faithfully.

In a world chasing tomorrow, let us not forget to live today.

The recent tragic plane crash that took so many lives has left a silence deeper than words can hold. It’s one of those moments that forces us all to pause—no matter where we are or what we’re doing—and reflect on the fragility of life.

So many dreams, plans, stories… suddenly gone. Just like that.

In our daily grind, in the pursuit of building a better future—whether it’s success, stability, or security—we often forget the only thing we truly own is this moment. We sacrifice our peace, our joy, even our health, for a tomorrow that is never guaranteed. It’s almost as if we’ve accepted struggle as the only way to exist.

But maybe it doesn’t have to be that way.

Maybe this is just a gentle reminder from the universe: that life wasn’t meant to be a constant uphill race. That there is no hidden challenge we must overcome every single day to prove our worth. That it’s okay to simply be—to laugh fully, to rest gently, to hug tightly, and to live kindly.

A day lived with joy, no matter how small, is a blessing in itself.

So take a moment today. Breathe deeply. Be present. Call someone you love. Let yourself feel what you’re feeling without guilt. And remember, your life is meant to be lived—not just managed.

Take care. You matter.

Slowing Down, One Baby Step at a Time

These days, time feels slower. And somehow, that feels just right.

Ever since my baby arrived, my days have changed. They’re no longer filled with endless to-do lists or rushing from one thing to another. Instead, I find myself pausing — to watch him blink, to listen to his soft breathing, to feel his tiny fingers wrap around mine.

And in those pauses, I feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time: stillness.

Watching him grow, inch by inch, day by day, has made me wonder — how often do we really notice our own growth? How often do we slow down enough to be present in our own journey?

We spend so much of life chasing goals, proving ourselves, worrying about where we’re headed. But somewhere in the chase, we forget to ask ourselves — how did it feel?

Because in the end, it’s not about whether we won or lost.
It’s about how it all felt while we were living it.

If you’re reading this and feeling a little lost right now — please know, you’re not alone.

I feel that too. There are days I question, wonder, and wait for clarity. But amidst that fog, there’s a quiet hope in my heart — that time, like my baby’s gentle pace, will unfold everything when it’s meant to.

So today, I invite you to pause with me.

Notice something soft.
Breathe in something slow.
Feel whatever you’re feeling without rushing to fix it.

And remember — you’re growing, even on days it doesn’t feel like it.
Especially on those days.

With warmth,
Sonam
Calm With Me