Category: mindset

  • Some News is Not Newsworthy

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    Not Everything That’s Reported Deserves a Place in Your Mind.

    The news flows like a relentless stream, but much of what bobs to the surface isn’t water—it’s foam. It’s packaged as urgency, framed as a crisis, and delivered with an unspoken demand for our immediate emotional investment. Yet when we pause and let the moment settle, we often discover these stories, add little to our understanding of the world, and actively subtract from our sense of peace.

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    Today’s news cycle is less concerned with informing than with capturing attention. Outrage generates more clicks than nuance. Fear travels faster than context. The volume is turned up while the meaning is dialled down.

    The challenge isn’t that difficult events occur—they always have. The challenge is that we are now expected to live in a state of perpetual emotional processing, reacting to everything as though it were proximate and personal, whether it truly concerns us or not, whether we can act on it or not.

    Attention is not passive. It is both a currency and a sculptor. What we consistently focus on shapes how we perceive reality, how safe we feel within our own lives, and how much empathy we have left to offer.

    Choosing what to ignore, therefore, is not ignorance—it is discernment. Staying informed does not require staying overwhelmed. Caring about the world does not mean surrendering your inner calm to every passing headline.

    Consider how often our attention is hijacked by:

    • The “Famous Stranger” Saga: endless updates on a celebrity’s divorce, diet, or feud—events with no bearing on our lives or communities.
    • Decontextualised Outrage: a viral clip of a minor, isolated incident presented as evidence of societal collapse, engineered to provoke anger rather than understanding.
    • The “Groundhog Day” Political Scandal: the twenty-fourth breathless report on the same talking point or procedural stalemate, offering no new insight, only repetitive agitation.
    • Fear-of-the-Day Forecasting: alarmist speculation about a possible future crisis, reported with urgency long before facts have settled.

    Some information is vital. Some stories rightly demand action. But much of what surrounds us is simply noise, amplified by the megaphone of the cycle.

    Peace of mind today is not found by consuming more, but by curating wisely. It begins with a quiet question before engagement: Does this concern me? Can I affect it? Does it deepen my understanding or merely deplete my spirit?

    A simple filter helps: Pause. Probe. Place.

    Pause before clicking.
    Probe its relevance and value.
    Place it consciously—or leave it at the gate.

    Your attention is precious. Guard it well.
    The world will continue to happen—but you still get to choose what is allowed to shape your inner world.

  • When the Parent Steps Back

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    Every parent reaches a moment that looks and feels nothing like a celebration.

    There is no graduation for this.
    There’s no marked page on the calendar.
    No clear announcement that now they are ready.

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    Instead, there’s quietness.

    The parent notices it first:
    The child no longer asks, “Can you hold my hand?”
    They ask, “Can I go on my own?”

    That is the signal.

    For years, the parent steadied steps, softened falls, clarified boundaries, and filtered the world’s noise.
    Not to keep the child small — but to make the space around them safe enough to grow into.

    One day, the guidance changes.

    Not because the parent has no more love to give,
    but because giving it in the old way would now hold the child back.

    So the parent says something both simple and seismic:

    “You don’t need my hand the way you once did.
    That was my hope all along.”

    They don’t promise the path will be safe.
    They don’t offer a map for every uncertainty.
    They don’t give directions disguised as protection.

    They say:

    “Trust the compass you’ve built.
    Move toward what feels right, not just what feels safe.
    Come back when you need to — not because you must.”

    And then — the hardest part — they step back.

    Not out of absence.
    Out of devotion.

    Because a parent’s arms are meant to be a harbour, not a cage.
    Their presence is meant to be a foundation — not a ceiling.

    The child may still carry their parent’s voice —
    in moments of caution,
    in flashes of kindness,
    in the quiet instinct to choose wisely.

    But now, the voice making the final choice is their own.

    That’s not letting go of love.
    That’s turning loving into freedom.

    And it doesn’t mean the journey together is over.

    It means the child’s path has finally become theirs —
    and the parent’s greatest work is now witnessed
    not in the steps they take for them,
    but in the steps, they watch them take alone.

  • Talent Without the Ability to Communicate

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    We all know someone who appears on the surface to have it all going on, but you never know what’s happening behind the external show. The following is a short story about making assumptions about people.

    He moved through his youth like a natural theorem—elegant, self-evident, but somehow unproven.

    There was the goalmouth, where he’d stand with a cigarette in one hand and casually block incoming shots with the other, as though both were merely extensions of his posture. It wasn’t arrogance, not really. It was something purer: a total disregard for performance. He played not to be seen but to feel—the thud of the ball, the sweep of grass, the unthinking rhythm of motion.

    On the Gaelic pitch, his economy stood out. He’d guide down a high ball with one hand while the other was already sweeping in to catch it—a move so fluid it seemed choreographed. People called it artistry. Those closer knew it was instinct, a private language between him and the game.

    He was too good, they said. The local radio said it; his teachers sensed it. He absorbed lessons like a landscape absorbing rain—effortlessly, without erosion. He could decode exams without revision, as if the answers were patterns only he could see. Yet he wore his gift lightly, like a jacket he might someday outgrow. Perhaps he feared what might happen if he tried his hardest and found a limit. Or perhaps he simply preferred potential to purpose.

    But away from the lines of a pitch or the structure of a classroom, something shifted. In conversation, he often seemed like a translator working without a dictionary—aware of the meaning but unsure of the phrasing. Alcohol lent him tempo; sober, he was awkward, pausing where others flowed. Handsome, yes. Cool, certainly. But those who looked closely saw the slight hesitation at doorways, the quiet scanning of a room—not with pride, but with a soft, lingering uncertainty.

    He wasn’t tragic. He was something more subtle: a boy full of visible grace and invisible caution. He could command a ball, charm an exam, silence a crowd with a turn of pace—yet he couldn’t always cross the quiet spaces between people.

    And maybe that was the nuance of his gift: talent may get you seen, but it doesn’t teach you how to be known. It can draw applause, yet leave you lonely at the centre of the noise.

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  • The Joys of Growing Older

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    The Joys of Growing Older: A Limited-Time Offer You Can’t Refuse, literally.

    Who says getting older is a bad deal? In fact, it might just be the best package on the market—complete with perks you never expected.

    ✨ Unlimited Free Time – You now have the entire day to put off doing the things you don’t want to do. (Procrastination: rebranded as a lifestyle choice)

    ✨ Built-in Nostalgia Filter – Every memory looks golden when you can’t quite remember it properly. Was life hard? Maybe. Was it wonderful? Absolutely.

    ✨ Every Room = A Mystery Tour – Why are you in the kitchen? What mission brought you upstairs? Who knows! Every step is a surprise adventure.

    ✨ Doorways: The New Puzzles – Stand still too long, and suddenly you’re trapped in a thrilling game of “In or Out?” The stakes have never been higher.

    ✨ Zen-Level Serenity – Life’s annoyances now bounce right off you. That thing that once drove you mad? You smile at it. Because you know—life really is too short.

    So don’t fear the passing years. Embrace them. Growing older isn’t the decline everyone warned you about—it’s the VIP upgrade to life’s most ironic comedy club.

    Getting older: it’s not a bug, it’s a feature.

  • An Open Letter to Humanity

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    Dear Humanity,

    We are all builders. With every word, every choice, every silent action, we lay another brick in the unseen architecture of our collective future. The critical question is not if we are building but what we are building. Will it be a monument to our potential or a ruin of our neglect

    Enduring structures demand unshakable foundations. The foundation of everything worthy we create together—in our homes, our work, our communities, and our world—rests on three essential pillars: respect, collaboration, and growth.

    Respect is the bedrock. It is the conscious recognition that every person you meet is not an obstacle in your path or a resource for your use, but an entire world of experience, feeling, and potential. It is the patience to listen not just to respond, but to understand. The courage to honour what is different, and the grace to grant others the space to exist fully, on their own terms. Without this foundation, everything we build atop it is destined to crack and fail.

    Collaboration is the framework we choose to erect. It is the conscious refusal to cast others as rivals in a finite game. It is the decision to face the immense challenges of existence not against each other, but with each other. It is solving problems side by side, sharing the weight of burdens and the light of joys, and weaving our individual strengths into a fabric of collective resilience. Collaboration is the practical alchemy that transforms me and you into us.

    Growth is the living, breathing result. It is the undeniable proof that when respect and collaboration meet, something new and extraordinary is born. In the space between us, we do not diminish; we expand. We are not weakened by compromise; we are strengthened by connection. We become catalysts for each other’s potential—greenhouses where new possibilities take root and flourish. Together, we grow into versions of ourselves that we could never have become alone.

    This is our calling now. Not in a single, grand gesture, but in a multitude of small, deliberate choices:

    1. The dignity we offer a stranger.

    2. The humility we bring to a conflict.

    3. The credit we share for a success.

    4. The compassion we extend after a failure.

    Let us be the builders who remember. Let us be the generation that consciously strengthens these pillars. You see, when we nurture respect, collaboration, and growth, we do more than just connect—we create. We create bonds that endure, that uplift, and a future that is not something we fear but a legacy we are proud to leave.

    The blueprint is in our hands. Let’s build.

    With resolve,
    A fellow builder