I feel like a writer today. Not like any old writer, but like myself. I have So much to say. Often, it all gets caught at once in my throat and I choke. In those times I don't feel like myself. I don't feel like a writer. But today is different.
I am flowing steadily like a stream, and my thoughts are so fluid that they Slip through my throat easily, sliding to make room for one another in the stream. No longer a blockade, but a waterfall of consciousness, frictionless and transcent to be easily recorded with pen and paper. Without fricion. Today I have a friction less mental sky. have so much to say. Now is the time. i'm ready to switch.

And so it starts That me as a person cannot skipp any chapter at once, though still I left, and done many things that made me sad (or sadder). I had so many memories to share while having so many things to say. I let them go, like describing as a flow. But i understand that….

Sometimes, you have to choose the wrong path, you have to make the mistake, in order to truly connect with the fact that even the missteps, that even the rejections, were really just redirections.
Or sometimes, you have to lose all that you hoped for your-self, all that thought you wanted, in order to un-earth all you truly need, in order to make room within your life for the right things to unfold.

Yesterday's beauty 👅

Who are you when no one’s watching?
Who are you when the dark’s outside, the sky’s like a piece of art…
Scared to fall apart, when you finally decide to give away your heart… So who are you in the dark?
Lost between your innocent, and the narcissistic side, couldn’t make up your mind!
So tell me who are you in the dark?
When everyone’s finally gone, you lay down all alone , thinking “ I could’ve definitely known…”
But now you’re sinking behind, lost in thoughts and lost your mind… so who are you in the dark?

I wanna go back to my childhood where i was peacefully watching Gravity Falls and Phineas & Ferb ?️

To know the God, you dont have to be in Heaven

Stop postponing joy. Your happiness isn't waiting for a thinner you, a fatter wallet, a new job role, or when someone else changes. Life's messy, but that's no reason to shelf your smile. Find the gold in today—maybe it's a warm coffee. Embrace your journey, bumps and all. Happiness isn't about perfection; it's about appreciating your beautifully imperfect now. Claim it.