DABOISASTRGLEDT

Experience: What Stays Long After and What Is Yet To Be Experience is a strange thing. Everyone wants it, no one knows when it starts, and most don’t realise when it’s already changed them. It’s everything and nothing—basically, life leaving its fingerprints all over you. I used to think experience was about time—living long enough, doing enough, failing enough. But that’s not it. I’ve met young people with more soul han retirees. And I’ve met elders who’ve never truly lived. It turns out,...

Hardships: Life Doesn’t Ask… It Just Hands You the Weight No one in their right mind asks for hardships—unless you work at the circus or you’re Tom Cruise (but even that’s different). I’m trying to say that most of the time, they come uninvited. No knocks, no politeness; it’s a straight kick down the door—just like a SWAT team. Hardship strips you of the small comforts—often taken for granted. It leaves you exposed, raw, and questioning every belief you had about fairness, faith, and even...

Community: The Place Beyond and Within The People Community isn’t something you find by stumbling across a crowded room or scrolling through social media—it’s something you build, slowly and sometimes painfully, with intention and heart. Nowadays, “followers” and “connections” are flung around like treats for Halloween, but real community is not measured in numbers. It begins with the simple little things that form our very existence. I’ve lived in sprawling cities where I passed by hundreds...

Sex: Never Take Candies From Strangers—Or Do, But... There is a side of sex we rarely speak of. Not the sacred. Not shameful. But the in-between. The aching, empty, frantic space. The one you stumble into when you’re not seeking love but just a moment where someone might want you enough to stay—and that’s super rare. Not even stay, really. Just see you. Just make you forget the quiet voice that says you’re not worth it—think how many of those you had. We live in a world where sex has become...

Adolescence: The Earthquake That No One Forgets Adolescence is not a season—it’s a natural phenomena that shatters all the illusions of childhood and forces you to rebuild from ground zero. You enter this tumultuous period as a child with soft, untested edges, only to emerge—if fortune and grit allow—as something approaching an adult—left bruised and battered at the least. There’s no graceful walk through adolescence; you crawl and you stumble, only to find that the approval and validation...

Trauma: Not Just What Happened, But How It Shaped(s) You There are things we survive that never leave. They hide in the seams of our daily lives—in the way we flinch at kindness, in how we pause before trusting, in the quiet moments when our thoughts return to a place we swore we buried. Trauma is not always a scar on the body. It’s often a bruise on the soul—reappearing not in pain, but in behaviour. In silence. In patterns we don’t recognise until we’re repeating them like bad poetry....

Patterns: The Visible Mechanics, Yet Unseen. Have you ever found yourself caught repeating a mistake after mistake? It’s as if you’re living a rerun of past missteps where the familiar pain winds its way through each new day—somehow new, but the same stingy feeling followed by remorse. We often justify these repeated patterns as fate or bad luck, yet the truth is far more personal: it’s our habit, our daily choices—comfortably familiar even if it hurts. I’ve sat in the aftermath of a...

Solitude: Hearing Yourself Again… Being alone is hardly a sentence to sorrow—it’s a precious, sacred space (or at least I see it that way). Perhaps, the only one you have with yourself. And while society often mistakes solitude for loneliness, true aloneness offers the kind of nurturing silence unlike any cacophony—and there’s plenty of that nowadays. That’s a time to rediscover not just who you are, but the endless well of creativity that dwells within—and calm… and peace. For too long, I...

Reflection: How Long Can We Avoid What We Really Need Reflection isn’t merely a stroll down memory lane—it’s the deliberate act of pausing long enough to stare into your soul (and I mean like a “stare stare”). In a world that’s constantly screaming—and your gratitude is expressed in scrolling faster, achieving more, and never taking a breath—slowing down to reflect feels like a massage from a Japanese lady—for real. We spend most of our days doing nothing productive, and yet, when we want to...

The Internet: A Black Mirror with Infinite Cracks… The Internet promised connection—and delivered comparison. It was supposed to become the god’s blessing of an era where breaking free of isolation and uniting distant voices is one collective conversation. Instead, it morphed into a ceaseless battleground of self-worth: a place where every achievement is measured against another’s—though consequences are much more destructive, yet silent. It offered megaphones, only to drown them in an...