GoldfishJane

I'm often confused by the terms 'educated' and 'literate.' We call a person with a high degree 'educated.' People call a rich person educated even if they don't know his educational background. But when we see poor people, we usually label them as uneducated on instinct. When a poor man spits on the road, we call him uneducated with disgust. However, when we see a rich man traveling in a car throwing out a cold drink can, we don't jump to conclusions. We don't even mind it. Soon, a waste picker comes and picks up the can to sell it and earn a living. We don't respect the waste picker and hesitate to even approach them. There's this bad notion about them because of their job - waste picking. However, who is the educated one here? The rich man or the waste picker? I believe education is not the degree you study but the behavior you show. Education is learned not only in school but from the world around us. So, the other people like the wast...

Recently, amidst my busy schedule of studying for upcoming exams, I took a small break to indulge in the Korean drama "Queen of Tears." Though I only managed to watch a few episodes, its poignant portrayal of relationships left a lasting impression on me. One of the lessons I learned from the series was how seemingly insignificant misunderstandings can snowball into significant rifts between partners. The drama showed the impact of lack of communication on the dynamics of love. It highlighted the importance of open communication in preventing unintended hurt and resolving conflicts before they escalate. Adding to this narrative was the idea of exclusivity in marriage. While the concept of exclusivity may initially seem comforting, over time, it breeds complacency. Partners start believing that they don't need to actively show their love or appreciation, thinking that their bond is secure by virtue of marriage alone. However, this misconception often leads to a decline of ...

As night unveils its black magic cloak, I sit upon my bed to watch the show. In the audience, dogs' howls echo clear, Countless murmurs that stars overhear. The elderly moon shares its makeup, Casting on my face a gentle glow. For the lighting effect, I see fireflies twinkle, Faces gleaming like stars on the ground. As the opening act, shooting stars streak, Almost a painting of a million dreams. Like Santa on his sleigh, they ride across the night, Leaving me hopeful as a child for a gift. During the duet of a lunar eclipse, I witnessed a dance of life and death. As their broken beams mingle, I see my fate, Hesitation fleeting, I stand wonderstruck. With every wave of the magic wand, Auroras clutter and break and fly. Chaos unfolds as the planets levitate, And comets collide with the wary spectators. As the magician calls me onto the stage, I go, Wishing to uncover the mystery of sorcery. As he puts his cape on me, I disappear, In the magic of the midnight hour.

From my childhood days, I have struggled to rise with the sun. While others find sleep in the quiet hours of the night, I thrive in the stillness that darkness brings. Growing up with two siblings and two playful dogs in a home situated along a bustling main road, silence was a luxury rarely afforded to us. The constant noises of passing vehicles and the echoes of children's laughter from the nearby park filled our days with noise. But when night came, the world seemed to pause, and a sense of peace enveloped everything around me. It was during these quiet hours that I found my rhythm, my productivity peaking as the rest of the world slept. While others enjoy the early morning light, I embrace the gentle glow of the moon. My nightly routine became my hideaway, a time to delve into my studies, lose myself in a book, and absorb knowledge with ease. The quietness of the night allowed me to focus, to concentrate, and to achieve a level of productivity that I hadn't experienced duri...

  Being present in a bustling world is a battle in itself. Each morning, I receive a heartfelt "good morning" message from my dear friend. However, caught up in my tasks and responsibilities, I often do not respond until later in the day, replying with a belated "good afternoon." Despite my ill-mannered response, my friend reassures me that it doesn't bother her. She simply enjoys spreading positivity and warmth to her loved ones each morning. Recently, however, I've noticed a change. The familiar ping of her good morning messages is absent, leaving a void in my mornings. Those messages were more than just greetings. They were my daily dose of motivation, boosting me up for the hard day ahead. With exams looming around, my heart is longing for those warm wishes more than ever. Reflecting on this, I realize that the absence of her messages is my doing. I failed to reciprocate her kindness and now feel the impact of her absence. It's a wake-up call to the ...

Studying, for many, is a Herculean task. The mere thought of opening a textbook or sitting through lectures can make us feel exhausted. However, what if I told you that studying could be transformed into a delightful and enchanting experience? Let's begin by reimagining our relationship with studying. Instead of viewing it as a battle to be fought or a chore to be endured, let's romanticize it. Picture a cozy evening with a cup of tea or coffee in hand, accompanied by a good book. As we immerse ourselves in the pages, we are transported to different worlds and experiences, our minds pulsing and expanding with each turn of the page. To make studying enjoyable, we have to let go of the pressure to cram information into our minds. Instead, relax and allow yourselves to get lost in the narrative, trusting that our brains will absorb the essence effortlessly. Like clouds drifting across the sky, the words from the pages of the book flow into our minds, leaving behind a sense of calm...