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Embracing My Whole Self
There is a quiet power in standing firm in who you are. It is a power that comes not from external validation but from a deep-rooted understanding that you are…
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Why Parents Should Think Before They Speak
My parents often say things they don’t mean. They’ve always been like that. Their mouths are, in most cases, faster than their brains. But the problem is that they often…
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How to Stay Calm in Tough Conversations
It’s really hard to speak freely without upsetting everyone involved. These days, it seems like simply having an honest opinion isn’t enough. Conversations can quickly become heated, especially when someone…
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Why I’ll Always Read Harry Potter
I always liked reading, but I fell in love with it when Harry Potter first landed in my hands. I’ll never forget how fast I read that first book or…
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Tattoos, Self-Love, and Not Seeking Approval
It’s no secret — I love tattoos. I’ve lost count of how many I have, but each new one, no matter its size, always makes my day. The most important…
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What is Art?
Art is one of the most profound expressions of human creativity, shaping cultures and societies throughout history. It transcends time, appearing in every civilisation and era. Yet, despite its ubiquity,…
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Life is Short: Embrace the Moment
One simple truth: life is short. How often do you think about that fact? According to Buddhism, we should reflect on impermanence three times a day — once in the…
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Why is it Easier to Criticise than Compliment?
Growing up, my parents were constantly criticizing one another. My mom was a stay-at-home parent, while my father was always working. Naturally, she took on the bulk of the household…
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I’m Not Saving Money on my Child
Our little family is in an exciting phase – we’re finally setting up a room for our daughter. Up until now, she’s been sharing a room with us. When she…
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Why We Romanticise the Past (And How to Live in the Present)
Research suggests that nostalgia is a common experience, with many people reporting feelings of nostalgia at least once a week. It is a bittersweet longing for moments that have passed.…