GoldfishJane

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...

  In the journey of life, we often find ourselves burdened by the weight of our past. Memories, relationships, past feelings and experiences cling to us like a koala, dragging us down and hindering our progress. How long can we carry this koala before it becomes too much to bear? No matter how much we love it, at some point, we must make the choice to let it go.  In the novel, "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho, the protagonist Santiago, learns that dwelling on past mistakes or regrets only holds him back from fully enjoying life. In his journey, Santiago encounters characters who are held back by their attachments to material possessions, relationships, or past. He learns that clinging to these attachments binds us down and true freedom comes from letting go.  In the book, "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, the fox teaches him about the significance of letting go of pride to form meaningful connections. The Little Prince learns that true connections requ...

Today, I feel like I accomplished nothing of substance. I woke up late, neglected my studies for upcoming exams, and indulged in watching the "Young Royals" series, effectively wasting my time. However, as the night went on, my day took an unexpected turn. My friends called, and we put on a conference call. For hours, we delved into conversations about anything and everything. During our call, we shared our deepest secrets, divulged our most innocent crushes, and meticulously planned a trip to Kodaikanal. We dreamt of future travels, pondered over our ideal partners, and laughed until our sides ached at the silliest of jokes. Despite the lack of productivity, these moments of connection were invaluable. In the middle of our banter and reminiscing, I found solace and relief. The weight of my worries seemed to disappear as I engaged in honest and open dialogue with my friends. Their presence healed a part of me that I didn't even know was aching. I'm thankful for their ...

  In my neighborhood, I often see a dog with a broken leg these days. It looks tired and hungry, struggling to move around. Since I already have two dogs at home, I can't take it in. I feel sorry for it and want to help somehow. Sometimes, I think about giving it food. But when the dog goes away, I just go back home without doing anything. Today, early morning, one of my dogs was screaming loudly. When we went outside, we saw the same dog with the broken leg fighting with my smaller dog. I felt really mad and sad. My other dog tried to stop it, and they ended up fighting. I tried to separate them, but it didn't work. Eventually, my dad threw stones to break up the fight. As we watched, the dog with the broken leg ran away. But as soon as it left our yard, other street dogs attacked it. It was awful to see. As I went home and checked my dogs for injuries, I saw blood fully covering their necks and legs. I got angry and blamed the dog with the broken leg for hurting my dogs. As I...

In a world where speed and efficiency are praised, the idea of embracing slow living may seem bizarre. Yet, amidst the hustle and bustle of our daily lives, there is a growing yearning for a mindful approach to living. As humans, we are constantly bombarded with messages to hurry up – eat quickly, walk briskly, accomplish tasks in record time. In our pursuit of speed, we often overlook the beauty and richness that lies in the moments of pause and reflection. Imagine a life where waiting in a queue is not a source of frustration, but an opportunity to observe the world around us. Picture enjoying a warm cup of tea, without the nagging worry of it turning cold. Visualize approaching exams with calmness and focus, rather than succumbing to the pressure of rushing through them. These are the hallmarks of slow living – a lifestyle appreciating the simple joys of life. Instead of constantly chasing after the next milestone or achievement, slow living invites us to savor the journey and find ...

Achieving big dreams often comes with a price tag, and that price is too high. It's not just about sacrificing our time, effort, and resources; it's also about losing the comfort and security of the life we know and love. For me, the fear of losing my loved ones, familiar places, and cherished routines often outweighs the allure of pursuing my dreams. The thought of leaving behind my family, friends, and beloved dogs fills me with doubt and fear. How can I pursue my dreams without sacrificing the relationships and connections that mean the world to me? The great philosopher Kahlil Gibran once said, "Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens." It's not just about what we gain or lose in the pursuit of our dreams, but how we choose to perceive and move forward in those changes. Helen Keller once said, "Life is either a da...