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I never realized how much recovery could hurt not just physically, but emotionally until I experienced it myself.

People talk about injuries, illnesses, surgeries, and health struggles. What we rarely talk about is the loneliness that often comes with them. The feeling of being stuck while the world keeps moving. Watching others go about their lives while your own body refuses to cooperate. Sitting alone with your thoughts, questioning everything, and sometimes blaming yourself for circumstances that were never entirely in your control.

In those moments, what hurts most isn't always the pain it's the feeling of carrying that pain alone.

That's why being there for someone during their recovery matters so much. They may not need you every second of the day. They may not even ask for much. But a simple visit, a message, a call, or a genuine "How are you doing today?" can mean more than you realize.

When someone is healing, they often fight battles in their mind that nobody else can see. They need reminders that they are not a burden, that they are not falling behind, and that this difficult chapter will not last forever.

A quiet thought for the ones who are far apart, yet they share the same sky and still living.

☀️: When the sun rises here, I think of you. I let its warmth rest with me for a moment, hoping it finds its way to you too, so your day begins gently, with a little light and a soft kind of hope.

🌙: And when the moon appears on my side, I sit with its stillness and think of you again. I trust that when its light reaches you, it carries that same quiet peace, the kind that asks nothing, but simply stays.

We may be under different moments of the sky, but somehow, it still feels shared.

Some days feel like a quiet change in the weather nothing dramatic, just a soft shift you can’t quite explain. The warmth fades a little, the air feels different, and suddenly everything holds a gentle kind of distance.

It’s strange how things can look the same, yet feel so unfamiliar.

Still, there’s a quiet calm in it… like the sky knows something you’re only beginning to understand.

If only I had known that those ordinary places, simple conversations, and quiet feelings would one day become such beautiful, irreplaceable memories… I would have stayed a little longer, listened a little deeper, and loved those moments with everything I had.

For me, connection has never really been about what someone owns or shows on the outside. I don’t find myself drawn to people because of what they drive, wear, or have. What truly matters to me is something much quieter, how kind someone is, how they treat others when no one is watching, the respect they carry in their words and actions. I value genuine goodness, the kind that feels safe and real. That’s the only thing that makes me feel truly connected to someone.

There’s this quiet habit of making your achievements feel smaller than they really are, just so you don’t come across as arrogant.

You say "it was nothing" even when you know how many nights it took and how many doubts you had to sit through just to get there. You laugh off compliments and brush them aside, as if accepting them would somehow make you too much. Somewhere along the way, you learned that it’s safer to shrink your success than to risk being seen as proud.

But deep down, there’s a part of you that simply wants to feel proud and to acknowledge what you’ve done without questioning it, to celebrate without guilt, to allow yourself to shine without holding back.

And maybe, just maybe, you’re allowed to do that ✨

Why do we feel the need to tell everyone everything?

Some things…are meant to stay

between you and yourself.

People say they understand what you share,

but do they really every time,

in the way you feel it?

And if not, why does everything have to be explained,

why must every emotion

be untangled out loud?

Some thoughts are quiet, unfinished,

not meant for the world to solve.

And if, in the end, we all walk

our final path alone,

then maybe it’s okay…to let some feelings

simply exist within you,

without forcing them into words,

without needing them

Sometimes feeling emotionally drained isn’t just about life being hard. It can come from the quiet awareness that you’re not living in a way that truly reflects who you are or what you’re capable of. And that’s a heavy feeling to carry.

That kind of inner misalignment doesn’t always show up loudly instead it builds slowly, in small moments. Days start to feel heavier than they should. The things that used to bring comfort or distraction might feel empty. Even rest can feel undeserved, like you haven’t done enough to earn it. Deep down, you might sense there’s a stronger, more focused version of you waiting to emerge. And when you feel that, staying where you are can begin to feel exhausting, like you’re holding yourself back, even if you don’t fully know how to move forward yet.

But here’s the important part: you’re not failing. You’re becoming aware. And awareness is the beginning of change. The life you want isn’t asking you to be perfect. It’s simply asking you to care about your future as much as you care about your comfort. To take small, honest steps toward alignment, at your own pace.

You don’t have to figure it all out at once. Just don’t ignore that quiet voice inside you it’s there to guide you, not to shame you. And when you start listening to it, even gently, things begin to shift.

Sometimes the pain lasts much longer than we ever expect. In the beginning it feels unbearable, like something we may never truly get through. The days feel heavy, and even the smallest moments can feel exhausting.

But as time passes, something quiet begins to change. We don’t always notice it at first, yet little by little we learn to carry the pain. We endure it, even when we thought we couldn’t. What once felt impossible to get through slowly becomes a phase we lived through.

And one day, we look back and realize that the pain we once feared has become part of our healing. We survived it. We lived through it.

Life moves forward again. We begin to live, to feel, and to grow once more, until another chapter comes, and we face it the same way: by living through it, enduring it, and eventually calling it another phase that we made it through.

I used to think a lot about 🍀 luck. But the more I experience life, the more I feel it isn’t really about 🍀 luck at all. Sometimes you try your absolute hardest to achieve something, yet it slips away from you. And other times, when you’re barely trying or simply going through the motions, life quietly places the right people, the right opportunities, and the right reasons in front of you.

That’s why I don’t think it’s 🍀 luck anymore. I think it’s ⏳ time. When the ⏳ time is right, even the smallest and most unexpected things find their way to you. Things you once believed you would never have somehow become part of your life.

So maybe the best thing we can do is give life its ⏳ time. Let things settle, let them grow in their own way. And when the moment is right, life has a way of lifting us up along with it.

All our lives we’re told we must do something about everything, but sometimes the kindest thing we can do for ourselves is to let life unfold naturally.

Not every moment needs our effort, our time, or our energy. Some things are meant to happen on their own, and it’s okay to simply let them be. without always giving away our time, our energy, and our peace.

The love I have for the sky and its endless belonging has always been certain, but there is one truth it can never turn away from...💭

"Even if we can’t stand side by side, even if we can’t share our words out loud, even if we only meet in brief, unexpected moments and silent eye contact, we are still living under the same sky. Beneath it, our lives unfold until the day we die."

This thought is my favourite and most precious truth.

Just another random day with my words messing around my mind 🫕🧃

There’s something so overwhelming about finally realising who you are now standing here with all your grief and all your feelings stacked on top of each other, trying to pour them into this life and still keep going. Sometimes it feels like too much, and all you want is to escape this reality for a while.

There are places moments, people, experiences that feel like an escape, where everything is so full of awe and strangeness that it almost doesn’t feel real. And yet, they still belong to this world. I think about those places and I wish, deeply, that everyone who is tired, everyone who is quietly aching for a way out, could find them too.

I wish that the people who long for an escape could live a life that feels unreal in the best way it could be a life filled with impossible beauty, unexpected miracles, and feelings so new that no one has ever had words for them. And even if it’s not me who gets to live that kind of life, I hope someone else does someone who carries the same heaviness, the same longing.

It would be enough for me just to know that somewhere, someone like us is truly living a life that isn’t constantly weighed down by pain, but has room for real moments of wonder. Not defined by grief, but touched by those quiet, indescribable feelings you get when something finally feels right, or when, even just for a second, you feel genuinely alive.

Just knowing that all of this world, this hurt, this hope, can feel worth it for someone, even if it never fully happens for me, would still bring me a strange kind of comfort.

She took me with her everywhere: to temples, to family gatherings, to every traditional occasion and to any place where life felt sacred and familiar. With her, I always felt warmth, safety, and comfort. The love she gave me was the purest kind: merciful, patient, protective, and full of quiet hope. She cared for me without conditions, without keeping count, without ever making me feel like I didn’t belong to her, even though one day I would grow up and leave to build a life of my own.

She was truly beautiful, inside and out. And in so many ways, she raised me, shaping my childhood with tenderness and teaching me how to be a better, gentler person. She gave me love without asking for anything in return. Now I miss her everywhere. In every small moment of pampering. In every place where I see children with their grandparents. Because deep down I know the world starts to feel a little colder when the people who loved you most purely are no longer there to hold you.

And then, suddenly, I was left living with memories some of them fading with time, yet still powerful enough to overwhelm me the moment I let myself feel them.

You are, you were, and you will always be my most precious person, the one who loved me unconditionally, without debt or demand. I’m sorry I couldn’t take care of you the way you deserved, the way you always quietly needed. You gave me everything when I had nothing but my childhood to offer in return.

I carry you with me, always 🍁✨💌

Why does it feel like whenever people give you even the most basic necessities, they suddenly expect you to fulfill all their expectations in return? Why can’t we just give from the heart, without turning it into a transaction or without keeping score or wanting anything back?

I wish people could live with the fact that we’re trying. Maybe we don’t always do things exactly the way they imagined, but we still put in effort, we still care. Isn’t that worth something on its own? It hurts when people expect us to do exactly what they want, instead of seeing and appreciating the effort we’re already making. Sometimes we may not meet their expectations perfectly, but we’re still trying, and that effort deserves to be seen and valued.

It hurts when love, support, or help starts to feel like a debt you have to repay by living the way others want. I’ve always believed in giving from the heart without keeping score, without expecting more or less in return. I just wish others could do the same: to give, to support, and to let us be ourselves, without constant expectations attached.!!

Though I didn’t cry my heart out in public but today that sudden wave of grief hit me again sharp and heavy, almost like being a teenager all over again, when emotions feel too big for your body. I tried so hard to hold it together, to swallow it down, but I couldn’t. I broke down while watching a video of a girl who has been fighting for her life since birth, still choosing to survive, still choosing this world.

It (quietly slips away 🍂) leaving only its warmth behind and its memory living in everything it once touched.