The other day, I watched a TV interview of an actress who claimed she knew she would become an actor growing up. It seems she knew the answers to all the bizarre questions that can help her find a true calling in life.
Wow, I thought, because I suffer indecision deciding what to eat, and she had it all figured out.
The thing is- every decision she made thereon had a specific reason and purpose. Where to study, what to do, and where to live and connect? The entire thing planned to last mile.
She reached where she intended to…
We love writing. Don’t we?
Our very core wonders. We observe others and ourselves. Do we also wonder why we write?
Yes, I do. We all do. I wonder why we write. What brings me back to a pen, paper, and keyboard to put down my thoughts or observations or just to let it all out and express?
Sometimes it flows, while sometimes it may not. The urge to pen down a thought even if the mind resists is what makes me wonder. At times, the world around me tends to fall and crumble, but not my desire to write.
Busyness is addiction
I do nothing daily. It is my meditation.
Doing nothing is something I crave. A go-to vaccine when it seems everything is slipping away is to sit around doing nothing.
It seems contradictory. Right? Do, and nothing do not go hand in hand. If there is a doing, then how can it be nothing?
What I intend to tell is- It is nothing that I do.
I lay dead in my bed motionless. No movement, no thinking. …
“Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.”
― Lisa See
Writing is an enigma, sort of, yes. The daily grind comes at a price you chose to pay. I believe things are overcomplicated and glamourized when it comes to putting words on paper.
Writing is neither complicated nor needs romanticizing.
You see all sorts of advice pouring in from each quarter on how to get better and master the craft.
There are invariably more pieces written about “how to write” than the actual writing itself.
The thing is, we love to read and create a…
These are testing times. You’ve got so much on your plate to consume, coz, hey, you need to impress people about stuff you have, your lifestyle, and that costly lobster you ate.
We live under constant scrutiny and prying eyes of loved ones and strangers who we try to impress for validation. Life is a chaotic mess waiting to explode.
“Waiting for the weekend” describes life now. As if the weekend’s going to straighten out your life. Since when it became about living for two days while dreading the entire week and making it through, just making it.
Chances are you’ve heard about the Tour de France and the importance of this mega event in the world of road cycling.
Here are some numbers for you.
Why egg and content, one might ask? Trust me, once you read the article, your idea of perfection is about to take a pounding.
With a mind-numbing number of websites and multiple other factors, ranking on google is a lost cause. The competition is intense and overwhelming. Also, it gets drilled into our heads time and again about creating the perfect piece.
Yes, the Greenbrier ghost is a one-of-a-kind case. This weird 19th-century tale seems unlikely but true.
It is the story of one Elva Zona Hester, born in Greenbrier County, West Virginia, United States. Greenbrier Ghost is the name popularly given to the ghost of Elva that helped to nail the convict. Elva was married to one Erasmus Stribbling Trout Shue. They both married in 1897, despite objections by Elva’s mother.
“My humble abode”
Elon Musk can say this. I mean, he can. Ya, I know poor people like us say this a lot, but he can too.
For a billionaire maverick and the world’s third-richest guy, that’s quite something. Okay, don’t get me started on the top wealthiest people list, as these guys play around with that a lot.
At the moment, our shiny bald-y has it, who, even after a billion-dollar separation holds the fort.
Super effort Jeff.
Anyway, now back to Elon and his humble abode in Texas at the SpaceX site.
We all live believing things that may or may not be correct. From immense faith in our abilities to confidence-crushing self-doubt, life moves around navigating a suitable path. The problem with the world is that a fool is always over-confident, and the wise is uncertain.
Writing invokes similar emotions, and the writers often live doubting their art on the pretext of reasons natural to human behavior.
I am not the one you would idolize as a great writer but perhaps a tenacious one. My writing skills are subject to scrutiny, and multiple leaks need plugging. …