Let’s be honest. When someone says “Try journalling”, it can sound… boring. Like it belongs in a teenage diary or some wellness blog. Not here — not in the middle of a real fight with your mind, habits, or past. But here’s the truth:…
Let’s go deeper. You’ve already learned that habits often meet unmet needs. But here’s the next step in the journey: If you don’t name the real need, you’ll keep treating the wrong problem. You’ll patch symptoms. You’ll chase surface-level relief. But the core —…
Most people don’t wake up and say, “I’d love to wreck my life today.” But we still do it sometimes. We drink when we said we wouldn’t. We binge even though we know better. We isolate when we promised ourselves we’d reach out. It’s…
We don’t spiral because we’re bad people. We spiral because we’re in pain, in fear, or in freeze. But instead of asking “Why am I doing this?”, we jump straight to shame: “I’m weak.” “I always mess it up.” “I’ll never change.” Sound familiar?…
Most people wake up and scroll. That first 10 minutes? Gone. Buried under dopamine hits and digital noise. But if you’re reading this, you’ve felt it — That click inside when you know today could be different. That you don’t need a Monday. Or…
“The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.” — Jack London This line hit me in the chest like a drum. It doesn’t scream. It…
Just another day. Another workout. Another rep closer. But lately, I’ve been thinking about what’s really happening underneath it all. The training. The supplements. The food. The needles. It’s not vanity. It’s not even discipline. It’s engineering. I used to think I was just…
There wasn’t a lightning bolt. No massive breakthrough. No Instagrammable sunrise. Just this one moment — quiet, but undeniable — where I realised I wasn’t waiting anymore. Not waiting for the perfect morning. Not waiting for motivation to strike. Not waiting for the kids…
Today is Sunday. What better day to be sacred? I wake up and walk outside. The sky’s grey. I start typing. The moment I write “What better day to be sacred?” — the sun breaks through the clouds and lands on my face. No…
