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Moonlight shining on water

Tales of light and dark, and the journeys in between

Two days ago, I completed one year on this platform.

Compared to other creators, I haven’t done anything meaningful or noteworthy during this time. I have hardly moved on the long road to success and need to focus on what I could do differently next year.

From my point of view, it’s been nothing short of phenomenal. One year ago, I dared to publish my first piece, which I wrote just for myself.

However, the article’s content was more important than the milestone of becoming a writer on this platform. …


And start the process of letting go

I find myself wishing,
Dreaming of the impossible.

Infinite chances
And expanding roads,
Stretched beyond the horizon,
A clear view.

Stretch your limits, she says,
Open your mind.

Outside of normal,
When nothing seems to work.
Exit loopy paths —
Step aside, beside yourself.

Watch the real you,
Concentrate, hold still.

Close your eyes now
And travel.
Look up, look around,
Things make sense now.

Boats float behind you,
Housing tons of possessions.

Wrapped in boxes,
Gold foil on the outside
And a purple bow.
Nearly identical,
Yet quite unique.

Holding it close to my body,
Impossible to carry.



And now I am on the run

Help! Angry writers are after me.

I’ve tried my best to explain that I am not their enemy. I just needed a new hobby as my tomato plants died from overwatering. You’ve been losing money, views, and read time, but that’s not my fault. I swear.

Yesterday I was threatened to be banned from Twitter.

Someone egged my parent's house the day before but only reached the lawn as they followed social distancing norms. Since I’ve been outed as the culprit, I haven’t been able to eat, sleep or clap.

Can you believe it? What’s the point of living then?

Attempting to look on the bright side for a change

I’ve spent the greater part of last year languishing. I’ve thought, dealt with, and written extensively about my failing mental health.

Grief, anger, and fatigue have been my constant companions, and I might miss them when all this is over. Every time I tried to focus on the bright side, the things that are working for me, guilt flooded my mind.

I’ve even discredited some of the negative experiences and challenges I was facing, as others dealt with worse — far worse.

They say time heals, but that has never been the case with me. Terrible memories of my past…

When is change?

Not so long ago, my Monday mornings started with 200+ unopened work emails. I would sift through them in the bathroom, respond to the urgent ones from home, and head over to work to deal with the rest.

I worked for a startup where I led a one-member HR team. I had an intern working with me for a while, but that just meant setting up more rigid goals for myself. I had cold calls to make, angry candidates to attend to, and explain our leave policy to some team members, yet again.

On the way, delayed by emails and…


Can I sue someone?

I am a self-help junkie, and I need help.

Before I recover and start the revolutionary process of thinking for myself, there’s one step I need to complete.

After seeing it in a dream last night, I am fully convinced that this is the correct way to proceed, as the only person I can trust right now is myself. They are everywhere, on my phone, laptop, tablet, and even the back of my head. Sadly, a 100% infiltration was completed in 2018.

Back in my day, oh my, I can’t believe I actually used that phrase. …

Here are three courageous attempts

We’re all different, and we look at things differently. This causes fights to erupt about the weirdest topics, such as the correct fit of jeans.

I believe that we share at least one constant — a pattern we engage in, probably one to five times a day, and that is questioning life.

Especially after the last year and a half, pondering about my purpose pops up at the most inconvenient times and refuses to go away without a satisfactory answer.

On most days, my mind goes, “Life is…” and reaches a blank. At times, I don’t know what’s real anymore…

And here’s why

I refuse to work on weekends, I declared to my inner critic.

“Then can you still call it a 30-day challenge?”

I can; it will just take one and a half months to complete.

It’s more essential to complete the goal than to achieve a record time. Overwhelming myself is only going to make things worse and can actually lead to an unsuccessful outcome.

Then, not only will I be afraid of trying, but I will also have to deal with the guilt of not giving myself a fair shot.


“There are two fatal errors that keep great projects…


Asking to be rescued once again

Short raspy breaths,
The flutter of the heart.
Delaying the inevitable,
The worry of —
what was to come.

When the mind is still,
It runs fast.
Jagged, mysterious, and murky,
Thoughts bubble away,
Right underneath the surface.

A cesspool of memories,
Some I told you so.

I long for the sea,
Blank stares and wishful gazing.
Carry me now,
And carry me far,
To the place, you meet the sky.

Where clouds float above,
Where I leave my past,
Wholly behind.

Caress my feet with —
salt and water. …


Moonlight shining on water

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