Life:Unscripted

Because even a whisper to yourself can quiet the chaos. Sometimes, it’s not about doing more. It’s about pausing for just three minutes and asking yourself: How did today feel? No filters, no pressure to make it sound good—just you being real with yourself. Whether you’re a student overwhelmed by deadlines or working your way through back-to-back meetings, life gets a little noisy. And when we carry all that noise inside, it gets harder to hear ourselves. That’s where this 3-minute journaling ritual steps in. You don’t need a fancy journal. Your phone’s Notes app is more than enough. What matters is the release. Here’s how it works: 1. How did today feel? Just spill. Was it frustrating? Calm? A bit of both? No need to justify or fix anything. 2. What’s bothering you right now? Name it. Don’t sugarcoat it. This is your space to be honest, not nice. 3. Can you do something about it? If yes—what? If not—breathe and let yourself off the hook. Not everything needs to be solved tonight. 4. ...

 An honest letter from my soul to yours about the weight we carry that maybe… isn't ours to hold. Some days, the ache in my chest isn’t from a broken heart — it’s from a memory I never got to grieve properly. We’re taught that pain is something we must endure, survive, or worse — hide. But what if some of the pain we carry isn't even ours? What if it's the mind… spinning stories, echoing voices from the past, crafting illusions from the dust of what could have been ? I came across a quote: “Pain is an illusion that the mind created.” At first, I didn’t believe it. My pain felt real. It kept me up at night. It sat beside me during breakfast. It followed me like a shadow. But then I realized: Pain is real — but the story attached to it… that’s where the illusion begins. We’re constantly reliving moments. Not because they’re happening again, but because our mind is playing them like old tapes on repeat. “Why did they leave?” “What did I do wrong?” “Will it always feel like t...

  A dream, a quote, and an embroidery thread that changed my perspective. The other day, I was doing what we all do from time to time—stalking someone’s Twitter account (don’t judge me, okay 😅). While scrolling, I stumbled upon this quote: “Imagination is more important than knowledge.” – Albert Einstein And for the first time in a long time, my inner monologue went quiet. I wasn’t just reading the words—I was feeling them. Something about that sentence pulled me in, as if it knew it had a message for me. I stared at it longer than I usually do with quotes. I kept wondering, How can imagination possibly be more important than knowledge? Aren’t we taught to study, learn, and gather facts first? But this time, I didn’t just move on. I let the question linger in me like a gentle whisper that wouldn't go away. That night, the thought followed me into my dreams. I dreamt I was showing someone my embroidery work—pieces I’ve been working on for a while. I remember telling her, “It’s...