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Missing somebody? Call them.Wish to be understood? Explain.Want to meet? Invite. Have a question? Just ask. Like something? State it. Want something? Work for it. Love someone? Tell them. Feeling hurt? Communicate.Made a mistake? Own it.Feeling grateful? Express it.Want to grow? Learn and adapt.See a problem? Solve it.Need help? Reach out.Want change? Take action.Life sometimes is just that simpl...
too much consumption too much contenttoo much being able to know peoples thought’s too much working on newest tech (Web3, Crypto, AI)too much pollution too much consumption too much of pressure to have opinions Whenever I sit down to slow myself, I’m overwhelmed by the realisation of the amount of information that I consume. You feel the difference almost instantly, as soon as you stop scrolling o...
On a fine festive morning, I woke up to realise the amount of cracker dad had purchased for the Diwali celebration. Back in the day, a company called Standard used to visit dad’s office and hand over a list of all offerings with a empty column on it! All we had to do was to mark the quantity and type of the crackers. Then 2 days, before Diwali the bag used to show up at our door step. The size of ...
This has been a topic of my mind lately. I believe this might stem from the news consumption on the migrant crisis happening across the west (Europe + American continent). Human has become hyper vigilant about the world and it’s incidents thanks to online aspect of social interactions. Wasn’t internet supposed to bring us together? Is it me or everyone feels sees how it has now a become a instrume...
One fine day, I forgot what this platform was called and for some reason I kept searching for “Writely”. Thanks to annual clean up of my email box (Diwali, woohoo!), I found Thinkdel again! Today, we write about Boredom. I do have very distinct memories from my childhood. Times when I used to just sit by the door and look at the leaves glistening in the path of sunlight. There was no electronic so...
For what it’s worth, I’ve been telling myself that my spoken words do the job. But, the written word is what gets me to the stage of offering the spoken. It feels like I’m sieving through an ocean of thoughts to get one of them out here. Information fatigue is real. Sometimes, I ask myself, why do I keep doing this to myself. The hunger for more information has become so compulsive for me. I just ...
Here we go, I’ve contemplated this enough. For almost a decade, I’ve admired the quality of people to articulate their thoughts. Thoughts so precise, that they could say what I wanted! Writer! Poets! I can’t believe how these people even think of things. I’ve read somewhere, our prefrontal cortex is not good at articulating emotions hence we have an hard time explaining feelings. And I find it so ...