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Just something I thought of when I was staying 5000 miles away from home. Have you ever been so far for so long that you lost the memory of home, until someone’s presence brought it all back? Distance doesn’t just pull you away from a place, it slowly makes you forget what it actually felt like to be there. You stay away so long that the "feeling" of home starts to blur. You forget the way the air smelled and that deep sense of being safe, until you meet someone who carries it all within them. It’s a quiet, beautiful shock to find your home living inside a person you barely know. You might not know their story, but their scent or the simple warmth of their presence feels like a map leading you back. Maybe it’s a shared school, a familiar neighborhood, or just a common passion, but suddenly, the thousands of miles between you and your roots just disappear. In that moment, you aren’t just thinking about home, you are finally standing in it. The noise of the world goes quiet, an...

"I once heard someone say, “Do not speak to those who do not listen,” and it stayed with me. I stopped talking to anyone who made me feel like my words did not matter as much as my excitement to share them. It was one of the best things I did for my peace of mind. It taught me self-respect, saved my energy, and helped me see who truly cared and who only pretended to" One of the toughest parts of getting older is discovering that many friendships that lasted years were fundamentally  situational , rooted in fleeting shared moments instead of profound connection.  Believe it or not, friendships are usually for a  season , not a lifetime.  Though it hurts to see them go, this loss is a clear sign that you're evolving. Just make peace with the fact that  some people are simply  a chapter  in your story, and that conclusion is exactly as it should be.

I've learned that at one point that it's ok to let people be wrong about you. It's definitely not my job to make sure that everyone's perception of me is accurate. Let them, because at the end of the day, their  beliefs are their own filter, and their opinions are simply their perspective .  Accepting this is incredibly liberating.

I hear the weight in my own words. It sounds like I'm carrying a heavy burden, one I initially embraced but that has now left me feeling exhausted and isolated. It's that deep weariness that makes me long to escape, to just be still and quiet, free from the constant demands of life. I'm grieving for a younger self I wish I could have guided differently—to slow down, to breathe, and to not feel the immense pressure to accomplish everything at once. It feels like my life started too early, and now I'm caught in a current that's moving too fast. The hardest part seems to be the quietness of my struggle. I feel like I'm crying out for help, but the sound is so soft that no one can hear it, and even when they do, the relief is only temporary.

There's a reason why there should be boundaries in life. You teach people how to treat you by deciding what you will and won't accept. 

To be grateful, thankful, contented. To eat well, sleep well. To stay fit & wholesome. To acquire 1 new fact a day. To read & read & read more. To write & express more often. To live & explore & take up new challenges. To be more emotionally & physically present for my family. To be less hooked up on social media. To think less of others. To mind my own business. To put myself first. To be kinder to myself. To be me.

Overwhelmed with guilt. I don't even look forward to the next day, because next day means another day of being swamped by guilt too. And it involves a lot - a lot of people, a lot of emotion, and a lot of infinite reason. I wonder if this is normal?