GoldfishJane

Walking is underrated in today's world, often overshadowed by more intense exercises like running, cycling, or weightlifting. However, walking offers so many benefits beyond just weight loss. It has been shown to improve creativity, enhance brain efficiency, and promote mental well-being. In our fast-paced world, where everything and everyone is rushing by, walking allows us to slow down and truly appreciate the world around us. It is an opportunity to connect with nature, to observe the beauty of our surroundings, and to reflect on our own thoughts and feelings. On foot, we are truly free without any constraints. There are no rules for the correct way of walking. We simply learn to walk inherently from birth. Walking is a gift from God. Despite its countless benefits, walking is often overlooked and dismissed as a less effective form of exercise. In a culture that glorifies extreme workouts and high-intensity activities, the simplicity of walking is brushed aside. However, the pea

When faced with hundreds of problems, it's natural to feel overwhelmed and exhausted. In these moments, it's best to take a step back and analyze the situation. Not every problem holds equal significance, and often our minds magnify these issues, making them appear more Herculean than they truly are. Remember that survival is a given for humans. And the challenges we see today will eventually become plain memories as time passes. However, in the present moment we live in, they loom large like monsters in our path, instilling fear and doubt within us. I often wish for a quick solution, to fight and conquer these monsters as soon as possible. But I wonder. Are these monsters real threats, or merely figments of my imagination? Am I truly battling external forces or my own inner demons? Confronting our own mind is the most terrible experience. Our fears, insecurities, and self-doubt adds fuel to the fire of our hundred problems. How do we escape from our own minds when they work ag

I visited my friend's home yesterday and had a heartfelt conversation with her mom. She shared with me some invaluable advice: never break someone's heart or trust. Despite her current happiness and success, she confided that she still carries the weight of guilt from her past, recalling moments when she hurt someone. Her words made me think about the lasting impact of betrayal and deceit on the human heart. What is the value of wealth and happiness if they are overshadowed by the remorse of past mistakes? Betraying someone leaves a void in our hearts, one that cannot be filled easily. As my friend's mom warned me, the consequences of our actions extend far beyond the moment of betrayal. Our hearts bear witness to our betrayal, serving as both judge and jury, and torments our conscience. Guilt is a powerful force that gradually consumes our hearts over time. Even as we try to move on, our hearts remain attached to our past deeds, acting as a constant reminder of our mistake

Today, I discovered that a new library has opened in Selaiyur. It's so close to the Selaiyur Police Station, so we don't have to worry about safety. I went to visit today and was amazed by the books I found there. Most books were focused on competitive exams, and many students were rigorously studying for competitive exams using those books there. From UPSC to Bank exams, from TNPSC to SSC, you can find every book there. Seeing the students, I was reminded how life is a race and all these people are competing with one another to win this race. There were also plenty of books on advanced English and our native Tamil language. I could see the library was focused on books on competitive exams, and some general readers may not find their suitable book there. But for students preparing for competitive exams like me, this place is heaven. The library had good ventilation, with the cool breeze blowing through as I walked in. The library is aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. It's

I have always loved dogs and lived with them as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl, I often saw my mom playing with the street puppies and dogs. My sister and I would join her in feeding and playing with them. When my mom had my brother, we met our first dog, whom we named Johnny. Johnny was a little puppy who followed my dad home from a convenience store after he fed him milk biscuits. Johnny refused to leave our home and roamed in our garden, melting all our hearts. I remember begging my mom to allow me to keep Johnny, and she looked hesitant. One day, coming home from school, I found Johnny missing from our garden. I cried and threw a fit, saying he was just a baby and asking where he was. My mom smiled at me and told me to check our veranda. I was surprised to see my little Johnny sleeping peacefully, covered with a blanket above and below him. At that moment, I realized that my mom loved Johnny more than me. Soon, my brother was born, and he and Johnny grew up togeth

People have many ways to cope with pain. For me, I like to escape from it. Whenever I feel hurt, I distract myself with something else. Playing with my dogs or watching a new drama or listening to sad songs are how I soothe myself. When we are in deep sadness, we forget to see the easy ways to make ourselves happy once again. If you have a reason to be sad, you can find another reason to be happy. Both can coexist in a day. We can forget our pain with a dose of happiness. Eating our favorite food is a quick way to get our dose of happiness. Watching a sad movie can help us clear our mind and appreciate life. Going on a walk or screaming the lyrics of our favorite song are some simple happiness boosters. Even though it's hard to be happy when everything goes down, remember you always have the choice to be happy. You just have to choose it by making a effort to get that happiness. It requires effort to attain but it's worth it. Happiness makes us live and propels us forward in li

Are you like me who loves to postpone things until you feel better or until you get into the productive mood? I have tons of things to do, but some days I just don't feel like doing it. There are so many excuses to not get things done. But only one reason to get it done: do it for yourself. In the time you dream or think about it, get your hands on deck and do it. Whenever I feel this way, I think about the reason why I want to do it. The aftermath of it or what will I lose if I don't do it. The price I will pay for it. If the price is heavy, I would rather not risk it and go do it immediately. We seek an auspicious time to start our work. The truth is, whenever we start is the best time for us. There is no better time than now. We all know we have to do this. But we still delay it. In fact, most people are like this. Out of 100, 90 have a dream. 50 know the right way, 30 have a plan, 20 know the strategies, 15 work smart, 10 work hard, 5 follow the plan, 3 are disciplined, and

Today, I learned one thing: if you break someone's heart, expect your heart to be broken too. If you hurt others, it will come back to you. I had an outing planned with my bestie today. When I woke up, I felt lazy and didn't want to socialize or go out. So, I stayed at home for my own comfort. That was mean of me to do. I should have thought of her comfort too. I betrayed my friend and hurt her. Later, I apologized to her for not going, but deep down I know an apology cannot undo what is done. She said it's okay, but I know it's not okay. I have hurt her, and I should take responsibility for it. Next time when my bestie calls me out, I will do better and apologize through my actions. Why did I put my comfort over my commitment? Why did I let my laziness take away my precious time with my best friend? In the calm of the night, I can clearly see what's right and what's wrong. I shouldn't have ignored her and slept in without telling her. It's not right to

In solitude, my thoughts freely roam,  Alone by choice, I embrace the peace,  Solitude, my gentle friend,  Faithfully tends to all my wounds. No fear of causing pain,  No need for pretense, In solitude's warm embrace, I am wholly free. Loneliness can be hard to bear, But Solitude draws me near, Here, I am never truly alone. Companionship holds a sweet essence, Yet in Solitude, I find my true presence. Like the moon, I shine in solitude. 

My Mother's love, sometimes I doubt, She loves me, yes, but at times I'm unsure. With her uneven favors and unkept promises, My heart breaks more than ever. When she favors my siblings, I feel small, Her mocking jokes are bittersweet. Unaware of my cries, She laughs with ease. When I speak, my sister interrupts, My mother's attention shifts, Lost in a sea of voices, I fade away. As a child, tears fell as she left for the day, Her love, once tender, now seems far away. What happened to that mother so kind? I wonder, as memories rewind. When she is a silent witness, To my sister's taunts, or my brother's blows, I feel betrayed, and my heart aches. In anger, I fight, wanting to hurt back, But finding no relief, I give up. This toxic love, even if it's true, Wounds me, black and blue. Though it hurts, I cannot leave her, Her love, though flawed, makes me whole. Her hugs and kisses burn on my skin, A reminder of the love I once got. I hold her tight, despite the pain

Walking through the forest of sorrow, I feel too numb. How time goes by, I do not know. No sun in sight, only silence surrounds.  Big trees looking down,  Cicadas sympathy didn't help, As darkness swallows my shadow. Exhausted, running too long, My screams unheard, I shut my mouth. Carrying my bleeding body with stabs of words, Legs in pain, my body needs rest, Which I cannot afford amidst all threat.  With every sound I hear, my hands shake,  Too wound up in fear, I hallucinate. Walking this path way too long, I forgot where I belong.  Tired of fighting the wolves here,  I'm no hunter, Being a prey I fear,  On this lonely path with no one near. Love I once craved is now denied, My loved ones distant, My world falls apart.  I see no reason to carry on, Every tree is familiar,  Yet I don't know the way out. I cry and I cry, In this forest of sorrow, alone.

Playing the game of life, What hurts you the most? Choosing to give up or to hold close? Chasing dreams or the sting of defeat? Hard work or Sacrifice, Which is heavier? The silence, where loneliness resides, Or in angry yells, Will bonds destroy? If home is a battlefield, Are the streets a better scene? To love or be loved, Which is divine? Where family kills you, Are strangers kind? If living exhausts you, Is dying the only sign? A world where pain is the disease, Empathy is the remedy. By suffering, we belong. Everything in place, But nothing feels right.

We make wishes known, Not through mind, but hearts alone. Through tears, pain, and desperation, cry, Or hope, in vain, as prayers untold.  Wishing on stars or a thousand cranes,  Moonlit whispers or 11:11 at night. Some wishes modest, most simple,  While others grand, beyond grasp. Every wish, sincere and true,  Like a mother's love, dear and real.  In the depths of my heart it grows ,  Unstoppable like time's hold. 

By the sea shore, I find my peace, Seeing waves dance, my anger cease. Sea birds soar, mermaids sing, Amid the tides where secrets cling. Sea crabs scuttle in the sand,  Scattering the sadness of the sea's lore.  Mind, full of somber thought,  Whispers and screams, gone unheard.  The seas feel so dear to me,  As my heart sings the song of the sea. 

Home, a harbor or a battleground, Wounds with memories, past and new.  Wandering in streets, where strangers creep, An aching for home, runs deep. Hours of joy and hours of sorrow,  Welcoming both is a child's fate.  Showers of kisses, warm and true, Yet curses linger like petrichor.  Through every battle, we stand strong,  They are my light house in my rise and fall.  With their light, I find my way,  Together, and never astray. 

In the realm of the unknown, a shadow looms, Twirling around me, in an abyss of gloom, Gasping for breath, I softly plea, 'Let me wander, Set me free.' Oh, dear one, you cannot see, The depths of this fear, that cling to me. For the fear of the unknown, though unseen, Is the greatest tale, forever it's been. In the hall of doubt, I waltz with care, Dancing with demons, in the twilight air. Yet in the dimness, a flicker is seen, Hope dances in shadows, like a prince charming.  Angels weep and stars align, As I wish upon them, a love divine. It's not a curse or a tale from a book, But a story of courage, in every look. In the embrace of hope, I find, Strength to conquer, the dreams I hide. 

  Into the shadows Of broken trees, Walks a little girl With broken knees. Angry at some, Afraid of none, Longing for her Grandma's embrace. Stalked by the Big bad wolf, Poor Wolfie Didn't know She had a gun.

  Love gives you the hope and strength to march on. Love heals wounds, not wounds others. Love builds you up, not breaks you down. If it destroys you, it's not love anymore. Love is caring for our partners happiness more than ours. In movies, it's 'if you die, I will die with you' but in reality, we always want our loved one to live well even after we are gone. Love isn't selfish. It doesn't want revenge or destruction or death. It just wants the other person to move on, live a better life, find happiness again even without them. Love is to live holding the remaining pieces of our loved ones in our heart, even if we don't live the rest of our lives with them.