Category: Musings

A year ago, on the night before today, I had a dream that left me uneasy. My father appeared, silent but present. When I woke up, the feeling stayed. Inside, something kept telling me that I should be with him. But life got in the way. I convinced myself it was just a dream. The…

When I was small, every time I saw a beggar or a helpless soul on the roadside, something within me would pause. It could be during a car ride, a walk, or even from the balcony of my home. Their tattered clothes, frail hands, and eyes filled with silent pleas spoke to me in ways…

I sat across from a brilliant leader not long ago—someone who had built a wildly successful company from scratch. Mid-conversation, she leaned in and said, “The older I get, the more I realize how much I don’t know.” And I smiled. Because that’s the kind of wisdom we don’t talk about enough. We live in…

There are certain people who leave without ever really leaving. Their physical presence fades, but something about them lingers — not as noise, but as an echo. You don’t speak anymore. There was no formal goodbye. No confrontation. No fallout. Just space. A quiet distance that grew so slowly you barely noticed, until one day,…

When I was younger, trees were just scenery—silent bystanders to my movement through life. But as I grew older, and the world became louder, it was the trees that began to whisper the truths I didn’t know I was ready to hear. Their lessons didn’t come in words, but in presence. Their wisdom wasn’t announced—it…

We often hear about changing the world, making a difference, leaving a legacy. But truthfully, most of us don’t live in headlines. We live in neighborhoods, communities, and everyday routines. And it’s within these spaces—close to home, close to the heart—that we have the most power to create meaningful change. Giving back to the community…

There’s something incredibly powerful about taking a long walk alone. Not with music in your ears. Not with a phone in hand. Just you, your breath, your thoughts, and the rhythm of your footsteps. In a world that pushes us to move faster, speak louder, and stay constantly connected, a solitary walk becomes an act…

There’s a silence that doesn’t come from solitude,but from erasure from standing in rooms that never made space for you,and realizing you were never meant to. Not forgotten just never remembered.There’s a difference.One stings,the other hollows you out. You look at the photos,hear the laughter,feel the pulse of a moment you were never part of.And…

There comes a time when explanations become empty echoes. Not because words run out, but because they fall on ears that were never truly listening. When presence is met with resistance, when truth is twisted, when collaboration becomes conditional — something shifts. Not loudly, but deeply. In a world that rewards performance over principles, integrity…

Grief, by its very nature, is disorienting. It doesn’t arrive in predictable stages or follow a clear timeline. Instead, it moves in waves—sometimes gently, sometimes with overwhelming force. For many, grief brings more than sorrow; it also brings anxiety and panic, often showing up in sudden, terrifying episodes. These panic attacks may feel like being…