Self

I hate toxic people. — Fake people are my kryptonite. They are the real vampires, the energy vacuums that leave me empty. Some people just aren’t worth it. I got burned a few times before I learned. Quality friendships make you happier, healthier and help you live longer. Bad friends do the opposite. The one-way street effect This will…

We can keep making a contribution — Here’s what the structure of modern life looks like for most. In the early years of a child, the focus is on learning and playing. Once the playing is done, a teen starts their educational career. Then start a career. And save up for retirement. Those are the three main…

is this a new kind of privilege? — Last Sunday, I bought “Conversations with Friends” by Sally Rooney. In Kyiv, it’s rare to stumble on a book in English without Stephen King’s name on it, but I found it. It was jammed between Rooney’s larger novel “Beautiful World, Where Are You” and another book the name of which…

How mysterious stomach pains told me I’d hit my limit well before my brain knew — Your body is a freaking marvel. Your brain, even more so. We all know the two are connected but it still blows my mind how much of an effect your brain can have on your body without you even knowing. Your brain could be sending your body signals that you…

The aim of life is to rise above. — Spiritual intelligence helps you rise above what the material world has to offer. It allows you to access and enjoy the energy that isn’t visible to other people. You feel like you’re a part of something so much bigger than yourself. It’s an achievement everyone should aim for. In this…

The universe does not play games with anyone — 1. The Universe is Watching to See What You Do When you ask the universe for something, there are usually three types of answers you will receive. The first is a solid no, meaning you will not get what you're asking for because it's not good for you. The second is wait, meaning you're not ready for the thing you're…

This summer has been the most romantic and slow season of my life. Each day’s drawl is seductive and sentimental. Nights saunter by as heavy lids rest and limbs overlap, creating a pretzel of our frames. I now know what it is to smell the rain coming, to be still…