A Freethinker

  Inner Wilderness   Lately, I've been on this journey of self-discovery, thinking about the unexplored territory within me. It's like this vast, mysterious forest that no one really knows about.  It's pretty terrifying because no one wants to walk on unknown streets. Even in myself, still I feel some locked sides never came to the surface.    Think of our souls as these dark forests within. There's so much more to us than what meets the eye—a whole world waiting to be uncovered. In the forest, you can see many  types of trees and their different requirements. Every root has a unique power. Some of them adore water, and some can die with two drops because of the overdose. You are all of them in different stages.  As for education. Which of these types of me would you recommend to train? I have many personalities. Which of these will you train? Dear crowds, I challenge you to educate or intimidate me according to your standards. I've been reflecting o...

Embracing the Here and Now   Ever find yourself missing those childhood spots that haven't been wiped off the map yet? Sharing those sweet memories and talking about the good old days is a sign that your childhood was full of awesome moments. You are a lucky person to have had a childhood worth reminiscing about. Missing childhood is a special thing that every parent hopes for their child. Those who are always nostalgic and spreading the word about their good times aren't psychologically wounded; they're actually celebrating the joy they experienced back in the day. But hold up, there's a silver lining in that cloud of nostalgia. Missing your childhood digs is like having a secret handshake with happiness.💝 Picture this: the streets where you played until the streetlights flickered on, the best friends who were partners in crime, and the home where bedtime stories came to life. Now, these spots are like fragments of a time capsule, just accessible in your mind. It...

  When Streets Disappear, A Piece of Your Identity Fades Away The human experience is often intertwined with the places we call home. Our childhood streets, filled with laughter, tears, and the echo of our first steps, become more than just locations on a map. They are repositories of memories, witnesses to our growth, and silent narrators of our stories. But what happens when these streets, the very foundations of our past, are wiped away from existence? As we move from house to house or even from city to city, we tinker with the concept of belonging. My main problem has always been not being able to break away from everywhere I go. Trying to keep your memories alive can turn into suffering when you don't have anything concrete. It is impossible to erase the places where you left memories because your heart feels like a piece of belonging in every home. The Pain of Vanishing Streets The pain of losing a physical connection to our past is hard to articulate. It's as if a part o...

Embracing Imperfection Expectations, societal pressure, and the pursuit of an elusive perfection... It's a journey fraught with challenges, a broken system that demands success on all fronts, from academics to familial obligations. Feeling like you're not good enough to be loved or appreciated can tear your soul apart. Sometimes the system needs to choose the best options and can eliminate or hold back someone's hidden creative skills. Besides, finding your interest can take times, maybe 20-30 years, this is not absolutely your fault because when you even don't know the world, you cannot find your own skills without any guidance. The pressure to succeed becomes a burden Universities, often considered the gatekeepers of success, become both the breeding ground for aspirations and the battleground of relentless expectations. The weight of achieving perfection is not just academic; it extends into every facet of life. Family, professors, and society, in general, seem to ...

  Time's Dance In the theater of societal scripts, women play a role, A delicate dance, an intricate stroll. Expected to be nice, but not too much, A mystery of standards, an uncertain clutch. For time slips through fingers, an elusive stream, A haunting melody, a distant, echoing dream. As the years pass by, beauty starts to fade, The societal gaze, a relentless cascade. In the gallery of beauty, a canvas to create, But not too alluring, lest they tempt fate. Pure according to norms, a delicate veneer, Yet even in perfection, there's still a latent fear. In the eyes, where judgments persist, A woman’s worth measured by how much she's missed. Caught in the paradox of aging's cruel jest, The anxiety of time, a relentless quest. The fear of growing older, a formidable dread, As wrinkles etch stories that are left unsaid. A brilliant mind, eclipsed by youth's demise, In a world where beauty's the ultimate prize. However, let not the ...

  Embracing Winter's Warm Embrace ⛄❄❆❅ Hey there, winter dreamers! If you are the one who adores the winter and its magical vibe, happy to you! As the chilly air wraps around us and turns the world into a canvas of snow, isn't there something utterly magical about it all? I mean, seriously, winter has this uncanny ability to slow us down, draw us closer, and sprinkle a bit of enchantment in our lives. So,  join me in diving into the cozy charm of romanticizing winter together. Nestling into Cozy Homes: Imagine this: soft blankets, fluffy cushions, and soft, warm lights creating a cocoon of coziness. We're turning our living spaces into havens of comfort, with a touch of faux fur here, twinkling lights there, and the inviting aroma of scented candles. Also, I generally use cozy background kinds of music to enhance my creativity. Let's be real, winter's all about creating a space that practically begs for cuddles and shared secrets. Besides, do not forget hot chocolat...

  Embracing the Pinning Passion: How Pinterest Became My Happy Place Hey there, fellow explorer of the digital world! Let's talk about Pinterest - more than just a platform with pins and boards, it's become a virtual haven for those of us seeking a bit of joy, inspiration, and a dash of creativity in our lives. In this chat, we will uncover why Pinterest has become not just a trend but a delightful journey of self-expression. Pinterest: Unveiling a New Digital Hobby So, have you found yourself lost in the rabbit hole of pins and boards lately? Especially, girls find a comfort zone while scrolling on Pinterest because they find their goal on pins. A board can create their best version idea. Until they achieve their Pinterest boards, they are always scrolling on Pinterest without thinking how much time they spend on the screen. Turns out, Pinterest is not just a website; it's a digital hobby waiting to be embraced. You can curate boards that reflect your passions - be it trav...

  The Solitude Symphony: Unraveling the Podcast Popularity Phenomenon      In our fast-paced world, podcasts have become like friendly companions, reflecting how we connect with others amid widespread loneliness. This loneliness is fueled by various factors like the isolation paradox in the digital age and social media often leading to superficial connections. Our push for individualism has unintentionally distanced us from real human connections. Podcasts fill a gap left by face-to-face interactions, offering intimate conversations and narratives.        Podcasts have gained popularity as a remedy for our modern challenges. However, we should ask if this rise is linked to a growing trend of selfish individualism, where we prioritize personal pleasure over genuine human connections. Even as we consciously reduce friendships due to protective mechanisms and a desire for solitude, the need for companionship persists. Moreover, maybe we feel more co...

  Alien  Sense the essence of the human race, Yet I diverged from their familiar trace. I transcend their prescribed caste. My thoughts, a divergent mast.   Their laughter, a ticket to belong to a class. In a World of conformity, not me. I defy the standard’s embrace, With distinct characteristics originating from all those cities.   Within life’s vast expanse, Presuming the possibility of a genuine affection. Unaware of the heart’s concealed grace, I infer, a child’s heart in this place.   Yet hidden , the devil's envy looms , For I dwell in unique, untamed blooms.