If every thought becomes data, where does the universe end and the mind begin,   Where Does the Universe End, and the Mind Begin? If every thought we have becomes data, then what truly separates our inner world from the vast expanse of the cosmos, Here’s what I think… This question transcends poetry, it reaches […]

And if you find yourself standing before something vast and unknown, do not crush it. Move through it with meaning.

Kindness in the colours. Gentle, strong, almost invisible if you’re not paying attention, her art isn’t just a painting, it’s the hush before a storm

Focus isn’t about discipline anymore, It’s about remembering who you are, Before the world taught you to forget. In an age of overstimulation, Stillness is resistance.

Sometimes we think we’re moving forward… until the silence behind us reminds us what we left behind.
This isn’t just a message to my son, it’s a quiet reckoning with the weight of love, regret, and the slow journey home.

A peaceful life is not a dull one. It’s a path with fewer burdens, fewer regrets, and more depth. It’s a life that refuses to be consumed by vengeance, pride, or ego.

You thought you were building a brand. But in truth, you were building your own a cage.

Agriculture. Fishing. Construction. Cleaning. Transportation, Teaching….. These aren’t “lesser” jobs. They are everything.  The foundation of our civilization.

There are souls in this universe who don’t make noise. They don’t shout, retaliate, or seek revenge or redemption. They are silent for a reason:

We often grapple with a quiet sense of shame when faced with the idea of “starting over.” It can feel like an indictment of our worth — a whisper that we’ve failed, that we’re not enough.