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10 Lessons I Want to Teach — to Myself, and Maybe One Day to My Son

I came across this reel called 10 Rules for My Son, and it touched me deeply. Even though I don’t have children yet, every word felt like a mirror — lessons I want to practice for myself, and if I ever raise a son one day, these are exactly the values I would love for him to grow up with. Two ears, one mouth. Listen twice as much as you speak. Understanding will take you further than noise. A reminder that real connection begins with listening. Kindness is strength. How you treat people matters more than anything you own. True strength is soft when it needs to be. The kind of strength the world is desperate for. Saying sorry shows wisdom, not weakness. It takes courage to put pride aside and make peace first. Humility is more powerful than ego. Your emotions are signals, not shackles. A strong person listens to what they feel, but doesn’t let feelings control the path. Feelings are meant to guide, not to chain us. Someone else’s suffering is never your spotlight. Strength sho...

In the Valley, I Found His Light ♥

There are moments in life when you just want to give up. When everything feels too heavy, too much, and every single day feels like you’re carrying a mountain on your back. I remember once, a Balinese priest told me something I’ll never forget. He said that around the age of 35, I would face one of the hardest breakdowns in my life. That the days would feel heavy, the situations would feel impossible. But he reminded me: no matter how hard it gets, you will survive. You will do your very best. You will get through it. And lately, I feel that prophecy touching my days. I’ve been seeing and meeting too many people without emotional intelligence, without empathy, without humanity. People who don’t even understand how to humanize the human. People who hide behind labels—influencers, entrepreneurs, coaches, the rich, the educated—but when it comes to the way they treat others, it’s full of emptiness. It’s fake. It’s cruel. Sometimes it feels like they forget where they came from. Th...