After searching for what my purpose was this whole time, I came to the realisation that purpose does not come from years of planning. Mine came through a single encounter that change the whole trajectory of what I wanted to do and it get so ingrained within you that you cannot ignore it anymore. I did not find my purpose in a classroom, or through guidance. I found it through meeting one person who ignited something inside of me, that felt like a fire that refused to be flamed down. And that fire became writing. Since then, I have wanted to be an author.  An author who creates, who publishes, who leaves behind in the form of words. I wanted to be seen through my writing, understood through my thoughts, and remembered through the emotions I could translate onto a page. Some people are fortunate enough to pursue this kind of career with support, with access, with resources. Others, like me, do not have those opportunities. The options are limited, the path is unclear, and the support...

There is a truth that often goes unnoticed in the rhythm of everyday life: impatience does not just disrupt moments. It distorts character. It slips into our tone and reactions, reshaping how we meet the world. Over time, what begins as urgency can harden into arrogance, and what feels like efficiency can quietly become harm. We live in a world that rewards speed. Quick replies, fast decisions, immediate movement. There is a subtle pressure to keep up, to not fall behind, to move before we fully feel or understand. But beneath that urgency lies something deeper. Ego speaking through energy, convincing us that our time, our path, our pace matters more than the shared space we exist in. And yet, life is not a private road. It is collective. It belongs to everyone. Impatience Is A State of Disconnection Impatience is often misunderstood as a personality flaw, something minor, something excusable. But in truth, it is a state of disconnection from presence, from empathy, and from awareness....

Exploring the painful reality of maternal rivalry, conditional love, and the path to self-liberation. There are wounds so invisible that they almost defy language, and yet their weight is undeniable. Among them, the most piercing is the wound carried when the very person meant to nurture us instead becomes our deepest source of pain. This is the paradox of the mother wound . A space where love and cruelty coexist, where protection is replaced by rivalry, and where a child learns far too early that unconditional love may remain forever out of reach. The idea that a mother could be an adversary disrupts the narrative we are taught to hold sacred. Motherhood is idealized as selfless, warm, and unwavering. And yet, not all daughters grow up in that embrace. For some, the mother is not a source of safety but the first architect of shame, guilt, and eroded self-worth. The mother wound manifests not only in how one is treated, but in how one learns to see oneself through her eyes. Conditiona...

There is a moment each morning when the day is still undecided. Before the chaos arrives, before expectations and interruptions claim their space, there is a brief window of choice. In that space, many people decide, sometimes consciously, sometimes by habit, that today will be better. That today will be handled differently. That they will show up with intention. And yet, it often takes very little to test that resolve. A minor disruption, a misplaced word, a sudden discomfort, something small can feel disproportionately powerful, capable of collapsing the optimism that was carefully set at the start. This is completely normal. The nervous system responds faster than logic, and emotions rise before meaning is made of them. What matters is not the interruption itself, but what follows. The Fragility and Strength of a Good Start Optimism is often misunderstood as denial, as though choosing a positive outlook requires ignoring what feels unpleasant or inconvenient. In reality, optimism is...

We, as people, have always been this way, quick to judge by appearances and even quicker to criticize when something doesn’t sit right with us. But are we wrong for that? Not really. It’s a defense mechanism. It’s easier to feel anger than to sit with hurt. So we move through life noticing what’s wrong first, constantly looking for ways to protect ourselves from pain. Last year, I was at a friend’s house. We were a big group of people brought together simply because our boyfriends and girlfriends were close. It was Christmas, and everyone exchanged gifts. I was genuinely excited to take part. When the day came, guess what I received? A horrific gift. I was genuinely on the verge of tears. Not liking someone is one thing, but intentionally ruining someone’s moment is another. A girl I barely speak to, but see almost daily, gifted me a male perfume . Okay, you might say I’m exaggerating. But what truly disgusted me was that the perfume was half-used . On that same day, I also received th...

This blog is also available as an ebook with guided questions for deeper self-discovery :  https://cosmicchoasjourney.gumroad.com/l/rdtpf There are moments in life when clarity arrives as reckoning. A  realization that you did not know you needed that something precious was always present, steady, loyal, and unchanging while your attention wandered elsewhere, chasing around instead of being present. This is not a story of loss born from malice or neglect, but from misunderstanding the self before understanding others. So often, the search for connection is misdirected. Validation becomes the compass. Acceptance becomes the currency. Attention becomes mistaken for something real. In that pursuit, the ones who offer consistency, patience, and emotional safety can fade into the background, not because they lack value, but because they do not demand performance. The gem was always there. From the beginning, there was a quiet presence that listened without interruption, stayed with...

                                               This blog is also available as an ebook with guided questions for deeper self-discovery. https://cosmicchoasjourney.gumroad.com/l/mygfu In a world that constantly tells us who to be, how to act, and what to like, the most radical act of self-love is to be unapologetically yourself. Being your own person is not about rebellion for the sake of defiance, nor about isolation from the collective. It is about reclaiming the sacred space of individuality. The space where your truth, your preferences, and your evolving self belong solely to you. To be your own person is to honor the fluidity of who you are. It is understood that change does not mean inconsistency; it means growth. One day, you may love the wild rhythm of rap, and the next, find peace in the softness of pop melodies. You may wake up wanting to wear something elegan...