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So many

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What’s a book you never finished but still think about?

I love reading books. I love the mysteries, the plot and the worlds that are only present in imagination.

During a very troubled phase of my life I started getting disturbed when the there was a story line that hinted towards something bad, going to happen I closed the book and tucked it away in my book shelf.

I am not the kind of person who prefers to flip to the end of the book to see if the characters and up getting happy ending. Instead, I would just stop reading the book. It was quite the same case for TV series, which entered towards dark phase for the protagonist. My mind could not handle the stress that was associated with the emotions that come when you connect to the characters. Unfortunately, during that period I ended up, leaving a lot of books unread.

But now that I have finally started facing my fears again, I think it’s time for me to go back to the incomplete world hidden in the books that I have long forgotten. It is strange to think how many parts of me I give up in an effort to fit in where there was no place for me. I think it is time to finally give importance to things that makes me happy. And to finally do things that brings me happiness.

Woman reading in a lantern-lit garden beneath a starry sky

Fantasy world

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Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in?

I think that if I could be part of a fictional world, it would most certainly be a world where magic exists. I love reading books that revolve around magic, special powers, and worlds that exist only in the imagination. There is something fascinating about the idea that reality can be shaped by creativity, courage, and a little bit of wonder.

Imagine using magic to complete daily chores that you don’t like doing. Laundry could fold itself, dishes could clean themselves, and cleaning the house would take only a few seconds. Imagine instant costume changes with no worries about surprise events or running late. Life would feel a little less stressful and a lot more fun.

But what interests me most is not the convenience. Imagine a world where you can heal nature and help people heal as well. Forests damaged by pollution could be restored overnight, rivers could run clear again, and barren land could become green and full of life. Magic could bring hope where there is despair and give people a second chance when they need it most.

While I wouldn’t want magic to be the solution to everything, it would be nice to have it for solving existential crises. Some challenges help us grow, and life would probably lose its meaning if every problem could be fixed with the wave of a hand. However, having a little magic to guide us through our hardest moments would make the burden easier to carry.

If I had magic, I could create the perfect world for myself: a quiet place surrounded by nature, endless libraries filled with books, cozy corners to read in, and enough peace to simply exist without worrying about the pressures of everyday life. Maybe I would even extend the hours in a day so I could finally do all the things I never seem to have enough time for. There are so many books I want to read, places I want to explore, and hobbies I want to try, but somehow the day always ends before I get to them.

And, if I am being completely honest, one of the first magic I would learn would probably be invisibility. Not forever, and not for grand adventures, but for those days when I simply cannot handle the world or the people in it. The days when every conversation feels exhausting and every expectation feels heavy. It would be nice to disappear for a little while, away from prying eyes, unsolicited opinions, and the constant need to be present.

In that invisible space, I could just exist. I could wander through forests, sit by a lake, read for hours, or watch the world go by without feeling like I had to participate in it. There is something comforting about the idea of being unseen, not because I want to hide, but because sometimes I want the freedom to experience the world without it experiencing me back.

Man reading a book in a dimly lit study beside a lamp

Thoughts in a Dark Corner

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I sat in the corner of a dark room,
Wishing to be something I never could be.
Hoping for things that were never mine,
Dreaming of happenings too unrealistic.

Waiting for the spark of joy to come to my life,
Staring at wonders, hoping they’d answer my call.
Thinking my life would change in a glowering second,
Whispering to the darkness to give room for light.

Speaking to silence, asking it to be my companion.
Listening to the voice of my heart, urging me to hold on.
Smiling at sorrows, pretending I do not care.
Lifting my head to portray the image of a stranger.

Crushing emotions to hide the fear of failing.
Dancing to beats I can never recognize.
Drawing a path I never wished to follow.
Singing a song I cannot tune into.

Saying things I never meant,
Never imagining life would twist this way,
A life to live for others,
But lived by me.

What does being free mean to you?

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I am extremely grateful to be born free.

But what does being free actually mean in today’s world. You read about the history where there was extreme cases of slavery, an era whenhumans were considered less than animals. There was no free will people lived according to the rules set by the masters. Where breathing was also done without the permission of their master.

The extreme cases makes you loose your mind. Those people struggled to determine their worth in this world they fought for their voice to be hoard in this world and through immense sacrifice they finally succeeded.

we are free from this struggle but are we really free?

The society that we live in today has created new chains.

We are boundby society’s expectation and the constant pressure of having to match what society deems appropriate slowly crashes the person from within. Today I can buy what I want and I can eat what I want and ican dress the way I want to. But still I hesitate with the one thought running in my head what will people think of me? And somehow I am paralyzed to the world’s expectation. Today you cannot see the physical chains that bind, they are the chains of my mind that are choking the life out of me.

So I ask you – Are you really born free?

Faded Memories

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If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why?
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When people talk about childhood memories, they describe them so vividly that it feels like I can almost see them myself. I can feel the emotions they felt at the time. The joy, the comfort, the innocence. They speak about their past as though they can step back into it whenever they want.

For me, it isn’t like that.

When I sit alone and try to remember the past, I feel as though I am lost in a haze. I know things happened. I know I laughed, loved, celebrated, worried, and dreamed. But whenever I reach for a specific memory, my mind returns only fragments. Faces without conversations. Places without stories. Feelings without context.

Sometimes I think I have a habit of placing memories into a box and setting it aside. Not because I want to forget them, but because life keeps moving forward. There is always something new demanding my attention. Over time, I stopped opening the box.

Now, when I try to revisit those memories, it feels as though it has been locked shut.

Yet something remarkable happens whenever I am with my family.

A story gets mentioned. A photograph appears. Someone laughs about something that happened years ago. Slowly, the blurry images begin to sharpen. The haze lifts. The memories come rushing back, and with them all the emotions I felt in those moments.

What I miss most are not the big milestones or the stories people would tell at a family gathering.

I miss the ordinary moments.

I want to relive the nights when we were children and all of us squeezed into our parents’ king-size bed. We would fight over the blanket and argue over who got to sleep next to Mom and who got to sleep next to Dad. At the time it felt like the most serious argument in the world. Now I would give anything to be back there, surrounded by the warmth and chaos of a family that was all together in one place.

I want to relive the days when my dad would carry me on his shoulders. The world seemed bigger from up there, but somehow safer too. I would eventually drift off to sleep without a single worry in my mind and he would not move me, walking the complete distance to home. Or even those magical moments when I fell asleep in front of the television and woke up in my bed the next morning. I never questioned how I got there.

I want to relive the afternoons when my dad fed me lunch because my mother worried that I never finished my plate. I remember treating it as an inconvenience. Just another part of my day. Now I understand that some of the greatest expressions of love arrive disguised as ordinary routines.

I want to relive the evenings when my mom came home exhausted from work and stretched out on the bed for a brief nap. Her arm was always extended outward because the pillow was never meant for me. Without ever saying a word, she made space for my head in the crook of her arm. Looking back, I realize that no pillow I have slept on since has ever felt as comfortable or as safe.

I want to relive the days when I was shorter than my sister. When I could hug her and bury my face in the crook of her shoulder. When her embrace felt like protection from everything I didn’t yet understand about the world

The Pursuit of Happyness

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What’s the last movie that made you cry?

I do not know if it is the first or the last, but The Pursuit of Happyness always gives me the feels. It does not have a thrilling plot, a heroic arc, or a dramatic love story. It is just plain and simple—and yet it moves the heart. The film shows the struggle of the common man. He has no grand dreams, only the desire to build a life for his family. There is no villain in his story except life itself. Even after doing everything right, it seems that life keeps knocking him down. And still, while enduring the countless challenges that life throws at him, he stubbornly shields his family from the pain he himself is carrying. He does whatever it takes to protect their hope and fights to turn that fragile hope into reality.

That pure relatability of the storyline always tugs at my heartstrings. No matter how many times I have seen it, I keep subconsciously hoping for a happy ending. It does not matter that I know the ending, that I could probably recite every dialogue. Each time, the movie makes me forget all the past times I have watched it and renews that raw emotion—the revival of hope.

Perhaps that is why it lingers. It reminds me that resilience is not always loud or celebrated. Sometimes it is quiet, invisible, and deeply human. Sometimes it is simply the act of enduring, of protecting those we love, of believing in tomorrow even when today feels unbearable. And that is why The Pursuit of Happyness never fails to move me—it is not just a film, but a reminder of the stubborn, beautiful persistence of hope.

Waves washing over a rocky beach at sunset beneath coastal cliffs and lighthouse

Changing the Tide of Time

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If you could erase one event from history, what would it be?
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If I could erase one event or concept from history, I would choose anything related to nuclear technology, whether it is nuclear bombs, nuclear accidents, or the harmful consequences of nuclear radiation. The reason is simple: it is one of the few things that not only takes lives but also destroys the quality of life for those who survive. A person may have had everything ahead of them, yet their life can be reduced to the lasting physical effects caused by nuclear exposure. What makes it even more tragic is that the suffering is often endured by innocent people who had no part in the decisions that led to it. Beyond affecting one generation, the consequences can continue to impact future generations as well.

On a more emotional level, I would want to erase every instance of violence. Looking at the news today, it often feels as though violence has become so common that we no longer wake up shocked by a single tragedy. Instead, we wonder how many incidents have occurred. Violence has crossed boundaries of reason, age, and circumstance. What affects me most is thinking about the innocent people involved, not only those who are directly harmed, but also their families. I also think about the families of those who caused the harm, as they too are often left to deal with the consequences and pain.

When I consider the question from a more philosophical perspective, I wonder whether changing one event would actually make the world better or worse. We can never truly know. The butterfly effect suggests that even the smallest change can have vast and unpredictable consequences. A single event may have influenced countless outcomes that shaped the world we live in today. If there were a way to identify the one event responsible for the greatest suffering, I might choose to erase it. Yet I cannot know whether the event that replaced it would create a better world or a much worse one.

So, in the end, my answer is that I do not know. Because I do not know, I would choose not to change history at all. Not because the world today is perfect, but because it is the life I have been given. Despite all the pain, hardship, and injustice that exist, I am grateful for my life. I can only hope and pray for a better future, not just for myself, but for everyone in the world.

Rustic wooden footbridge crossing a stream between forest and meadow

Head First, Eyes Open

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How do you deal with uncertainty?
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I’ve never been much of a planner, so uncertainty doesn’t really scare me. One advantage of being a disorganized person, I suppose. I’ve always subscribed to the idea of “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” There’s only so much planning you can do before life decides to take things in a completely different direction.

That said, I do have a tendency to overthink. In the past, it sometimes reached the point of self-sabotage. These days, I don’t think I do it nearly as much. I’ve learned that dwelling too long on uncertainty only fuels anxiety. For me, it can become a spiral that leads to panic rather than preparation.

The first time I had a panic attack, I genuinely thought I was dying. I’d heard people talk about them before and understood the concept, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of experiencing one firsthand.

Over time, I’ve come to realize that sometimes we’re fortunate and things work out in our favor. Other times, and often it feels like this is the case for me, they don’t. When that happens, all you can do is find the courage to face what’s in front of you. Struggle isn’t weakness. Everyone is fighting battles of their own. Some people have simply learned to hide them better than others.

At the end of the day, the only constant is that nothing remains constant. Change is inevitable, and uncertainty is one of life’s few guarantees. The best we can do is accept that reality and trust ourselves to face whatever comes next.

Growing Up

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What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?

For much of my childhood, I lived in a cocoon of protection. My parents spared no effort in shielding me from hardship, and my sister, too, placed my needs above her own. It was a world where happiness seemed permanent, where every want was met before I even knew to ask. I thought that was life — simple, safe, and endlessly cared for.

The illusion shattered the day I was handed medical proxy papers when my mother was admitted to the hospital. I was not yet eighteen, still technically a child, but in that moment the world demanded something more of me. Though I ultimately needed a relative to sign, the weight of responsibility pressed down on me. I felt inadequate, unprepared, and suddenly aware that the real world was far harsher than the one I had been living in. That was the day I realized I had to grow up.

From then on, every step became part of that growth. I finished school, pursued my undergraduate studies, and eventually secured a job. Each milestone carried with it the quiet determination to shift roles — from being the one cared for to becoming the one who could care. I wanted to give back to the family that had given me everything, to stand as their support just as they had always stood for me.

Growth, I have learned, is not a single event but a continuous unfolding. It began in that hospital corridor, with trembling hands holding papers I could not yet sign, and it continues each day as I navigate adulthood. I am still growing, still learning, still striving to balance the weight of responsibility with the gratitude I feel for the love that raised me.

Adulthood is not about perfection. It is about stepping forward even when you feel inadequate, about carrying the lessons of protection into the practice of care. My journey is ongoing, but I know now that growth is not something to fear — it is the path that allows me to honor the family who gave me everything, by becoming someone who can give back in return.

One more message to the past

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If you had a time machine and could send just one message to your past self, what would it say?

What my past self needs to hear from the me of today.

Since I have already answered a similar question motivationally, I am choosing to answer this one a little bit practical. No supportive statement this time, this time it’s a slap in the face do or die statement.

There are moments in life when we convince ourselves that pain is deserved. That imperfection means we must accept whatever treatment comes our way. I once believed that. I stayed in a toxic relationship, telling myself that suffocating was the price of belonging. I gave up pieces of myself to fit into someone else’s mold, and for that, I lost years I’ll never get back.

But here’s the truth I wish I had carved into my mind – You don’t deserve pain just because you’re not perfect. You walk alone happy rather than stay with someone who will break you. Be different. Be controversial. Refuse to bend into society’s expectations. At the end of the day, you still have yourself — and that is enough.

Be alone rather than lonely. Be alone rather than broken.

This is not comfort. This is survival. It’s the reminder I carry now, the lesson I would have shouted into my past self’s ears. And it’s the truth I want anyone reading this to hold close: your wholeness is worth more than any relationship that demands you shatter to fit inside it.