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‘The Psychology of Money’- 15 Life Changing Lessons



These are 15 lessons from the book “The Psychology of Money” that changed how I think about money, and hopefully, it can change yours too.

1.No one is crazy.

The Psychology of Money

Well, I mean, some people are. What we experience makes up about 0.00000001% of what’s going on in the world, yet it makes up around 80% of how we think the world works.
So when we see people freak out and sell everything when the market goes down or buy lottery tickets, we might think that is a crazy, irrational decision. No one’s crazy. If you were in their shoes, you might do the same thing.

2. Luck versus risk.
Let’s say that I go out there, do some research, and buy a stock. Five years from now, maybe that stock either didn’t grow at all or maybe even lost money. It’s possible that when I bought that stock, I made a bad decision. It’s also possible that I made the right decision and just got some bad luck. There was stuff that was not in my control that happened. This stock could have had an 80% chance of making money, and it just so happened that I landed on that 20% chance that it wasn’t gonna work out.

It doesn’t mean I made a bad decision, necessarily. But it could also work the other way, where you just get dumb luck. You pick something that was a bad decision, and it ended up working out for you. This is important when it comes to listening to financial advice and taking action in your own financial life.

For example, Bill Gates happened to be in one of the only schools that had a computer in his state. If that hadn’t happened, maybe he wouldn’t be worth tens of billions of dollars. You never know how risk and luck are going to be involved in your decisions and how they can completely change everything.

3. Most of us have enough.
We have enough to live on, to have food, to drink coffee, to have something to watch a YouTube video on. But we always seem to push for more – more power, more money, a bigger house, more clothes, nicer cars. And yes, I fall into that trap as well. For instance, when I hit the target of 500 followers, I wanted more. But seriously, we need to realise when we have enough.

Right now, I do have enough. Anything beyond that is a bonus, completely unnecessary. Sometimes realizing that, and if we can keep our needs few, then we can have enough a lot sooner than somebody else and be content in our lives.

4. Some things are just never worth risking to get more things, like our reputation, our freedom, our family and friends, and our happiness. The best way to make sure that we can keep all these things is not to risk any of them to have more than we need when we already have enough.

5. Compound interest.
I’m gonna be honest; this is something I struggle with. When we see somebody who’s at the top of their field, whether that’s in YouTube, in business, in investing,or in a relationship, we want that result. But we want it now, and we don’t see all of the work and the years that went into that.
For instance, if you look at Warren Buffett, he started investing when he was 10 years old. I don’t know what you were doing at 10, but I wasn’t investing. By the time he was 30, heha hit a million dollars. By the time he was 59, he hit 3.8 billion dollars, and now he’s worth almost 100 billion dollars.

But if he had started investing at 20 instead of at 10, that could have made an enormous difference in how much he’s worth today. A lot of times, we look at the results instead of looking at the compound effects that went into it.

6 .Plan on the plan not going according to plan.
As Mike Tyson once said, “Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face.” So when we’re making plans for our financial lives, we should have plans for if those plans go awry. We should have emergency funds. We should be aiming to have probably six months to a year’s worth of living expenses in case things go wrong. What happens if there’s a recession, and you can’t withdraw your money from the stock market? What happens if there’s a housing crisis? Well, we don’t want to obsess about all the negative things that could happen in the world but structure our finances to be unbreakable.

7. Be a pilot of your finances.
There’s an old saying with pilots that being a pilot is hours and hours of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror. A good definition of financial genius is doing the average thing when everybody around you is going crazy.

8. Freedom comes first.
Honestly, I couldn’t agree with this more. That’s why I believe in financial minimalism all the time. It’s the idea that even doing something that you love on a schedule that you hate or with people that you hate can make it feel like something that you hate. So even if you love your job right now, focusing on building freedom in your life is what’s important. What if, in a year, you get a terrible boss or you hate your job or they try to move you or they do something or you hate your work environment or the schedule they put you on? We should be focusing on building freedom.

9.No one gives a… no one is as impressed by your material stuff as you are.
Like, let’s be honest. When you see somebody driving that cool car, you don’t think that person is cool; you think the car is cool, or how cool you would look if you were driving that car. This is something that I used to struggle with, where I would always be focused on my clothes, my car, what people thought about me, my job, whatever it was, and how people perceived me. When, in reality, no one cares. They’re just worried about themselves. So that’s freeing because you don’t need to spend money on stuff to impress people you don’t even like.

10. Be wealthy, not flashy.
When most people say that they want to be a millionaire, what they mean is they want to spend a million dollars, which is the opposite of being a millionaire. But most people judge how successful they are on how much money they spend, and how flashy their stuff is. But true success and true wealth are measured in freedom.

11 .Be frugal.
Shocker, right? Building wealth has very little to do with how much money you make and almost everything to do with your savings. Right now, a lot of people only save for specific things. They save for a house, they save up for a car, for a vacation, whatever it is. But it’s important to save just for the sake of saving. You don’t need something that you’re saving up for. You’re saving up because that’s what’s gonna buy your freedom, that’s what’s gonna buy options, that’s what’s gonna buy memories. It’s saving money not spending it because you know that stuff won’t make you happy.

12 .Never tell me the odds.
You know, the odds are quite interesting. The odds of making money in the stock market are 50/50 over one day, 66% over one year, 88% over 10 years, and 100% over 20 years. This just shows the importance of being in the market for a long time, taking advantage of that compound interest, and not freaking out when the market goes down or trying to time it. Just try to be in the market and continually put more in over a long period. That’s how you’re guaranteed to make money.

13. We suck at telling our future.

Most people stick with the job they chose when they were trying to go to school at 18. But the odds of picking a job that’s gonna be fulfilling, that you’re gonna care about and enjoy going to work and enjoy every day for the next 40 years are astronomically low. That’s because we can’t tell what the future holds.

I used to have five-year plans and ten-year plans, and now I don’t plan past about six months. If something’s not fulfilling you and you’re just doing it because that’s what you’ve done in the past, it’s not a good reason to do it. It might be time to make a shift and see what you can change so that you’re not stuck doing this thing you don’t like doing for the rest of your life.

14.Not all prices are on the label.
Like I said earlier, there’s like a 100% chance of making money if you invest in the stock market over 20 years, and the historical average is around 11% per year. However, that money does not come free. There is a fee you have to pay, but that fee is not money; it is volatility and uncertainty.

This can be powerful to understand, especially with everything that’s going on right now. When you see the market dip 20% and you lose 20% of your money, that can be scary. Unless you look at it as “This is the fee. If I can stick through this, this is what’s gonna make me money in the long term.” Instead of people who can’t handle it and they sell and get out of the market, you have to realize that that stress, that uncertainty, that worry, that is the price for the returns you’re gonna make.

15.You are not me.
That’s kind of obvious, and congratulations to you. But we often look at people giving financial advice, and a lot of it. This will equal this; this will be a good decision. If you invest your money this way, it’ll be a good decision. That’s not necessarily true. We have to be very careful who we listen to.

When you’re giving financial advice to an 18-year-old as opposed to a 30-year-old who’s just starting a family as opposed to a 50-year-old who’s getting ready for retirement, a decision that would be great for one person would be a horrible decision for somebody else. Realize that I’m not you and the other people you listen to, you have to take it with a grain of salt and adapt it to your circumstances because every circumstance is different.

In conclusion, these 15 lessons from “The Psychology of Money” have reshaped my financial perspective. They remind me that financial decisions are a blend of luck and risk, emphasizing the importance of having “enough.” Compound interest and the long-term view have become my allies. I’ve learned to plan for the unexpected, prioritize freedom, and understand that material possessions don’t impress others as much as they do me. Avoiding unnecessary risks, embracing calculated ones, and practising delayed gratification are key principles. I now focus on simplifying my investment approach. These lessons guide me towards a more secure and mindful relationship with money.

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8 Haikus: My Liberation In Books

1
Classic tales of yore,
In books, we can explore,
Timeless wisdom’s store.

2
Words like whispered dreams,
In books, reality gleams,
Life’s complex schemes.

3
From cover to close,
A story’s journey it shows,
In words, the heart glows.

4
Mysteries concealed,
In the pages, truths revealed,
In books, we are healed.

5
Language’s sweet art,
In books, we find every part,
Of the human heart.

6
Each chapter’s new start,
In the library, we depart,
To worlds set apart.

7
Through the writer’s view,
In books, we’re born anew,
Each page, a world to pursue.

8
At day’s quiet end,
In books, our minds transcend,
Time, we comprehend.

In libraries vast,
Silent stories, memories cast,
A future and a past.

10
Fiction’s sweet refrain,
Characters dance in the brain,
In books, we remain.

11
History’s embrace,
In the volumes, we can trace,
Humanity’s face.

12
Verse and prose unite,
In the bound words, we find light,
Day turns into night.

13
Shelf upon shelf, bound,
In books, wisdom is found,
Worlds without a bound.

14
Turn a page and find,
A new world, a different mind,
In books, we’re entwined.

15
Ancient scrolls and more,
Books are windows to explore,
Knowledge to implore.

16
Fantasy unfurls,
In tales of knights and ancient worlds,
Adventure calls.


Okkk , now I am obsessed with haikus !!!

I almost wrote 30 haikus in a dayyyy

Can you believe that !!!

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Haiku – AIR

Here are some haikus in which I emphasised on the word “air”:

1.
In the morning air,
Fresh and crisp without a care,
Nature’s grace is so rare.

2.
High up in the air,
Birds in flight, a graceful pair,
Freedom fills the dare.

3.
Balloons in the air,
Colours soaring, light as prayer,
Joy beyond compare.

4.
Whispers on the air,
Secrets shared, a bond to bear,
Trust beyond compare.

5.
Kites dance in the air,
Strings of joy, laughter to spare,
Childhood memories there.

6.
Sailboats on the air,
Breezes guide, waves rise and flare,
Adventures declare.

7.
Mist hangs in the air,
Veiling landscapes everywhere,
Mystery to share.

8.
Wind in the night air,
Sings a lullaby with care,
Dreams float everywhere.

9.
The scent of flowers in the air,
Blossoms sweet, beyond compare,
Perfume to declare.

10.
Rainbows in the air,
Colours arc, a vivid glare,
Nature loves to wear.

11.
Breezes kiss the air,
Leaves in dance, a tender pair,
Autumn’s love to bear.

12.
Waves crash in the air,
Ocean’s power, grand and rare,
Nature’s force laid bare.

13.
Fireflies in the air,
Glowing stars with grace to spare,
Summer’s magic, where?

14.
Hopes float in the air,
Dreams aloft, free as a dare,
Future’s canvas, wear.

15.
Whispers on the air,
Secrets shared, love’s sweet affair,
Heartbeats, love’s heartbeat.

16.
Birdsong fills the air,
Morning’s chorus, bright and clear,
Nature’s gift to share.

17.
Mist veils in the air,
Morning’s soft and tender prayer,
Day’s beauty laid bare.

18.
Dandelions in the air,
Seeds of wishes hope to bear,
Nature’s dreams declare.

19.
Stars twinkle in the air,
Cosmic wonders, beyond compare,
Night’s grandeur, we stare.

20.
Balloons in the air,
Upward bound, lighter than air,
Celebration’s flair.

21.
Snowflakes in the air,
Blanket of white, pristine and fair,
Winter’s frosty care.

22.
Leaves whirl through the air,
Autumn’s palette, colours rare,
Nature’s art to wear.

23.
Thunder rumbles in the air,
Storm’s fury, a wild affair,
Nature’s power there.

24.
Sunrise paints the air,
Golden hues, a day’s first glare,
Morning’s light to share.

25.
Love is in the air,
Hearts entwined, beyond compare,
Eternal, a pair.


So , comment down 👇 your haikus using the word air and we can create a chain I guess !!!!

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My Journey with Poestory Porium: From Side Hustle Dreams to Struggles

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My journey with Poestory Porium began as an exciting side hustle, driven by the hope of earning some extra money. Little did I know that it would become a test of perseverance, creativity, and resilience.

When I embarked on this venture, it was with grand visions of monetizing my passion for storytelling. After all, who doesn’t love a good story? I imagined a bustling online platform where people from all walks of life would come together to share their tales, their narratives, and, in return, we’d all benefit from the riches of the written word. I saw it as an opportunity to engage with fellow storytellers and, ideally, turn my passion into a source of income.

But the reality has been quite different from my initial expectations. Poestory Porium, though fueled by my enthusiasm and dedication, hasn’t managed to churn out the profits I had hoped for. In the world of side hustles, where some individuals seem to strike gold almost effortlessly, my journey has been a constant battle.

I’ve spent countless hours curating and promoting content, investing in website development and marketing, and trying to foster a vibrant community of storytellers. And while there have been moments of joy, pride, and camaraderie, the financial success I initially aspired to has proven elusive.

Perhaps the most challenging part of this journey has been dealing with the persistent feeling of discouragement. It’s disheartening to watch others seemingly achieve overnight success in their side hustles while you continue to toil away in relative obscurity. This constant struggle can lead to self-doubt and second-guessing, wondering if it’s all worth it.

The truth is, it’s been a humbling experience. But as I reflect on this journey, I realize that Poestory Porium has brought something far more valuable into my life than just monetary gains. It has given me the gift of resilience and the strength to persevere, even when the going gets tough.

I’ve connected with an incredible community of storytellers, each with their unique perspectives and tales to share. The feedback and encouragement I’ve received from this community have been a constant source of inspiration. Poestory Porium has also become a platform where creativity knows no bounds. The stories that have been shared, the art that has been created, and the emotions evoked through words have been truly priceless.

The side hustle journey has taught me that success is not solely defined by financial gain. It’s about the passion, the connections, and the personal growth that happens along the way. Poestory Porium has become a labour of love, and the satisfaction of seeing writers and readers come together to explore the beauty of storytelling is a reward in itself.

Don’t get me wrong; I still have dreams of turning this side hustle into a lucrative venture. But I’ve come to realize that success in the world of entrepreneurship and side hustles is a marathon, not a sprint. It’s about adapting, learning from failures, and constantly evolving.

So, to those who, like me, started a side hustle with dreams of quick financial success, I say this: it’s okay to be patient, to adapt, and to find fulfilment in the journey itself. Poestory Porium has taught me that success is not measured solely in dollars and cents but in the impact we have on others and the joy we find in our endeavours.

In conclusion, my journey with Poestory Porium may not have led to the financial success I initially aimed for, but it has been a deeply rewarding and enlightening experience. This side hustle has taught me the importance of resilience, passion, and the incredible power of a supportive community. While I may not have achieved my initial financial goals, the personal growth and fulfilment I’ve gained from Poestory Porium have been priceless. It’s a reminder that success comes in many forms, and sometimes, the journey itself is the greatest reward.


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My Struggle With Declining WordPress Views



Hello, fellow bloggers! I hope you are doing better than me. It’s been a bit of a roller coaster ride for me lately, and I just needed to express my frustration about the declining views on my WordPress blog. So, let’s get personal and dive into my blogging journey.

You know, there was a time when my blog was flourishing. I started publishing, and within a few hours the notifications started coming in. I felt like I was on top of the world, and my confidence soared. But now, it is a different story. That information has become elusive, and I’m left wondering if I’m doing something terribly wrong.

First, let me address the elephant in the room: Is it just me, or has blogging lost its allure? Well, maybe it’s a little bit of both. The digital landscape has evolved very rapidly, and it’s not the same as it was when I started. Competition is fierce, and readers’ attention spans have greatly shortened. It’s like trying to stand out in a crowded room where everyone is shouting.

I’ve tried everything I could think of. I’ve changed up my posting schedule, experimented with different content, and even dabbled in SEO. It seemed to work for a while, but then, it all went haywire again. It’s like playing a never-ending game of trial and error, and it’s seriously frustrating.

I know I’m not alone in feeling this way. In the blogging community, there is a sense of solidarity in our struggles. I have talked to other bloggers and many of them are facing the same problem. It’s comforting to know I’m not alone, but it’s also frustrating to see so many talented writers struggling to make their voices heard.

What makes it even more confusing is that there doesn’t seem to be any straightforward solution. It’s like trying to crack a code that keeps changing. What worked last year may not work today. To say the least, it’s making me feel ignorant and frustrated.

But despite all the challenges, there is something about blogging that keeps drawing me back. Perhaps it’s the thrill of connecting with readers, the joy of expressing your ideas, or the satisfaction of seeing your ideas come to life on screen. It’s a passion that’s hard to give up, no matter how frustrating it may be.

So, as I embark on this tumultuous journey of blogging with sinking thoughts, I can’t help but wonder if there’s a silver lining waiting for me. Maybe it’s about embracing changes, finding new ways to engage your audience, and never giving up. After all, it’s not just about the numbers; It’s about the love of writing and sharing your thoughts with the world.

In the end, I may be clueless and frustrated, but I’m not ready to give up just yet. Blogging may have lost some of its allure, and the struggle is real, but it’s a passion that runs deep. And who knows, maybe one day, I’ll crack the code, and those visions will start coming again. Until then, I’ll keep typing, hoping for that defining moment. Dear readers, thank you for being a part of my journey and giving me personal insight into my WordPress problems.

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My Rollercoaster of Love and Loss: Bidding Farewell to Unrequited Feelings



Life has an uncanny way of throwing curveballs our way when we least expect them. After a heart-wrenching breakup, I found myself navigating the choppy waters of the dating world once again. Little did I know that this wild journey would introduce me to someone who would make my heart race, even if it was just for a hot minute. Our paths crossed on Bumble, of all places, and that’s where the rollercoaster ride of emotions began.

Our story kicked off like any other in this digital age, with a swipe right and a whole lot of hope. Those early conversations were stilted and awkward, just like any online dating encounter. But as time marched on, something magical started to brew.

Late-night chats soon became the norm, and I found myself eagerly awaiting our nightly rendezvous. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, without the obligatory small talk that usually plagues these online encounters. We shared stories, dreams, and secrets, and I couldn’t help but feel myself drawn deeper into this stranger on the other side of the screen.

Before I knew it, I was head over heels, genuinely liking him. His sense of humor, his zest for life, and the way he hung on to every word I said, it all made him incredibly endearing. In those late-night conversations, my heart started to thaw, and I felt that elusive spark of connection and possibility, a feeling that had been absent from my life since my breakup.

Although we never explicitly defined our relationship or made any promises, the feelings I had for him were undeniable. The ambiguity of it all added a dose of excitement to the mix. We were two people standing on the brink of something special, and it was exhilarating.

But, as life often does, it took a detour down Cruelty Street. He began to vanish from my life, as if our connection had been a fleeting dream. Our late-night conversations grew sparse, and the buzz of excitement that had once filled my heart turned into a dull, persistent ache.

I was left bewildered, trying to make sense of what went wrong. Why did he, someone who seemed so promising, begin to fade from my life? The answer remained elusive, but the result was clear – he was slipping away, and I was left grappling with emptiness and unanswered questions.

I understood that without any formal commitment, he was free to make his choices, just as I was. Modern dating is a complex, uncertain world, and we were no exception. Yet, my heart was not privy to the rules of modern dating. It was a tangled mess of emotions, caught between the freedom to explore and the hope for something deeper.

As I reflect on those days, I’m reminded of how fragile our hearts can be, and how love can be a capricious beast. My heart had dared to open up, to hope and dream, and to genuinely like someone. Yet, the absence of a formal commitment didn’t diminish the sting of his disappearance. It felt like I had left a part of myself hanging in the balance, and letting go was far from easy.

So, this is my goodbye to those unrequited feelings. It’s a nod to their presence and the role they played in my life. It’s not a bitter farewell, not a send-off with a grudge. Instead, it’s a bittersweet adieu, a tribute to the moments we shared and the emotions we stirred in each other.

I have no regrets about opening my heart. In fact, I’m thankful for the experience. It served as a reminder that love is worth the risks, even if it concludes with unreciprocated feelings. It taught me that vulnerability is a strength, and the ability to feel deeply is a beautiful part of being human.

As I say farewell to these feelings, I carry the lessons from this chapter with me. It reminds me that love is often unpredictable, free from rhyme or reason. It doesn’t always fit within our expectations or timelines. Sometimes, it’s just a fleeting moment, a beautiful encounter that leaves an indelible mark on our hearts.

Looking ahead, I’ll hold those late-night conversations dear, treasuring them as part of my journey. I know that this is just one chapter, not the end of my story. And as I move forward, I’ll take with me the hope that someday, I’ll meet someone who truly values the genuine connection I have to offer. Someone who reciprocates the feelings and is ready to explore the potential for something profound. Until that day comes, I’ll embrace the capricious nature of love and the unpredictable, sometimes painful, journey it takes us on.

So long, unrequited feelings. You were an integral part of my journey, and I’ll forever remember the moments we shared. In the grand mosaic of life, you were a thread, adding depth and complexity to my story.


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Celebrating Resilience and Ambition: Navigating Life’s Journey”

“Amid life’s challenges, our determination ignites the flame within, guiding us to conquer countless goals on the journey of ambition.”

In the pursuit of aspirations, where ambition faces its challenges,
We navigate the intricate path, playing our diverse roles.
Amid trials and tribulations, where life exacts its tolls,
We unearth the inner strength, the flame within our souls.

With resolute determination, we confront obstacles and milestones,
Reaching for the stars, achieving countless objectives and goals.
Beneath the surface, in life’s enigmatic recesses or knolls,
We uncover concealed treasures, beneath the earthly bowls.

As our journey unfolds, and the world imposes its demands,
We persevere through hardships, crafting unyielding guiding poles.
With unwavering determination, we conquer daunting roles,
Transforming hindrances into stepping stones, igniting fiery coals.

Amid the darkest nights, where the path is steep and hard,
We compose our unique narrative, akin to a timeless bard.
In life’s extensive territory, yet to be charted or marred,
We serve as protectors of our dreams, forever on guard.

Though sometimes, scars are etched, and hearts endure harm,
By the fragments of letdowns, in life’s ever-shifting cards.
Yet, we emerge from the furnace, resilient and unscarred,
For tenacity is the shield with which we’re imbued and charred.

With a vivid vision in our hearts, a distinct mission,
We advance undeterred, defying skepticism’s derision.
Seeking authorization to chase our dreams, our ambition,
We press forward with resolve, making every correct decision.

In the realm of opportunities, our significant assignment,
Is to shape a future with deft and caring precision.
Amid the winds of change, we embrace the transition,
Uniting our endeavors, dissolving each division.

In the symphony of existence, where stories are unfurled,
Each of us is a distinct instrument, of inestimable worth.
As we strive for our aspirations, in this audacious world,
May we find the power to stand firm, never to falter or girth.

Hence, let us advance together, hand in hand, heart in heart,
Acknowledging that collectively, we transcend any part.
With ambition as our compass, our masterpiece of art,
We’ll overcome the obstacles, for we’re always united, never apart.


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**Out of Place**

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.



In the boundless cosmic space, I’d chase,
Longing in my heart, a mystic embrace.
Through galaxies untamed, a starry race,
I sought a destination, a unique place.

The concept of grace, a wondrous trace,
Like moonlight’s gentle kiss on nature’s face.
I yearned to grasp it, to hold its grace,
Yet, often found myself in a restless haze.

In the world’s ceaseless race, a crowded case,
I searched for solace, for a calming base.
A sanctuary of stillness, a tranquil space,
To pause, to breathe, to find my pace.

I wore a mask, a brave, bold brace,
To hide doubts, fears I couldn’t erase.
In the world’s grand embrace, a frenzied chase,
I sometimes felt lost, in a bewildering maze.

In this world’s complex embrace, I’d retrace,
My steps and dreams, with wisdom to embrace.
For it’s in the authentic self, I’d find my base,
A firm foundation, in life’s ever-changing place.

Scars etched upon my soul, life’s embrace,
Each one a story, a unique, sacred case.
In the grand showcase of existence’s grace,
I learned to wear them proudly, with no disgrace.

To find my true self, I’d seek the fireplace,
A hearth of introspection, a sacred birthplace.
In its warm, flickering glow, I’d find the trace,
Of my essence, my truth, my unique face.

They called me Scarface, in a world’s race,
But these scars are badges, my soul’s embrace.
Each one tells a tale, a life’s complex case,
Of battles won and lost, of strength and grace.

In life’s bustling marketplace, I’d find my place,
Trading dreams and hopes, with a beaming face.
For we are all artists in this vast embrace,
Contributing our colors to the canvas of space.

Through every storm and trial, I’d embrace,
The challenges that shaped me, with grace.
In the grand showcase of life’s vibrant space,
I’d discover that the journey is the true chase.

Feeling out of place was not a weak embrace,
But a reminder of my uniqueness, a soulful grace.
In those moments of doubt, in life’s complex case,
I’d uncover my purpose, my role, my true place.

In the end, I’d find beauty in life’s grace,
In its unpredictability, in its mysterious embrace.
It’s in feeling out of place, in the cosmic space,
That I’d rediscover myself, my unique birthplace.


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I deleted 50% of my blogs

I know I am not making any sense, and most of my blogs are still there! But there are a few that have disappeared from the face of the internet. It had to!
I just felt it wasn’t me anymore!
I took a lot of time to decide where I wanted to go with this blog, and I have understood that I want to stick to poetry and story times!
Occasionally, I will share productivity tips and that side of the genre.
But if you do want that, you can follow me on Medium: https://medium.com/@poestoryporium.
 
Why did I not relate to that content anymore?
Honestly, it was the burnout and not being satisfied with whatever I wrote, and I could see people not liking that style of writing.
 
I started getting overwhelmed, but it was clear in my blogs. It was half-baked goods, figuratively and literally, but I still love some posts I wrote during that period.
I feel like nobody talks about the toll on ourselves when we continuously create content.
So I decided to sit and think.
More like rebranding myself.
And understand the shift in personal interest and focus.
After all this, I concluded that I needed a clean slate.
A slate where It just allowed me to be me.
 
Another thing that kept bothering me was, was I revealing too much?
What if someone could find my personal information or if there were any potential privacy breaches that I was exposing in my blog?
I kid you not, I went and reread all my blogs just to make sure.
I’m just being paranoid, I know, but something felt very wrong with all my writing and my posts.
 
I understood that my posts weren’t in terms of the quality that I usually write, and yeah, there was quantity but not quality.
So here, I will be focusing on both quality and quantity.
 
I went through other blogs and other famous blogger websites, and I understood that they kept a professional tone.
I tried, you know, and I successfully failed.
I want to keep it personal and informal.
But if you do want that, you can check out my Medium page.
I want my blog to be cohesive, if that makes sense.
I don’t want to post content for the sake of getting views.
I don’t understand SEO and stuff, and I have tried to make content using all those parameters, but I failed.
I was chasing my blog to be a bestseller, and in that process, I forgot my passion for writing.
Now what are the plans for this website?
I am still sticking with poetry and long blogs, with poetry being my main niche.
I will try to post every day, although it’s not a promise because I have my exams coming up.
But I will try nonetheless.
I also want to keep my blog raw, real, and authentic.
So if you aren’t comfortable with my style of writing, you can unfollow me because it doesn’t make sense to stick with me.
What did I learn from all this?
Actually, I learned to not be harsh on myself.
I also understood that my blog is a part of me; I can take inspiration from others but not take a part of them to get to my blog.
So future content creatives make mistakes and unexplore uncharted territories because that’s the only way you learn.
 
   
So yeah, that’s it. I deleted 50% of my blogs, and I learned a lot. I also figured out what works for me.
Do support me by showering me with your love and blessings.
 
 
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Unveiling the Remarkable Journey of Poestory Porium: A Rollercoaster Ride from 0 to 717 Subscribers

It’s been an adventurous ride, hasn’t it? Six months ago, I launched into this journey known as Poestory Porium, not knowing where it would lead. Today, as I look back on the 37 posts, 3000 likes, 736 comments and a developing family of 717 subscribers, I can’t describe how I feel, I am eternally grateful for each one of you who has been a part of this enlightening experience.
It has been a journey, a journey of highs and lows, a journey of scribbling down my thoughts and venting out, dealing with hate and getting overwhelmed with love, doubting myself to having people to turn back to and everything in between.

Initially, I used to do those month-to-month target blogs, setting goals and milestones for myself. But sooner or later, I stopped. It felt like I changed into being pretentious, focusing more on numbers than the genuine connection and love I received from you, my readers.

However, as I approach this 6-month anniversary, it deserves a pause and I guess a pat on my back I also need to take a second to celebrate not just the numbers, but the human beings behind them—, you guys! You’ve been my consistent guide, my cheerleader, and my core strength to keep going. For those who’ve been here on account from the start, you’ve witnessed the evolution of Poestory Porium, and for that, I’m without a doubt thankful.

This journey was anything but eventful and it opened a lot of doors, some to amazing people, others to vengeful hatred.
But that’s where you learn, learn to pick yourself up, brush aside your fears and pick up the sword, in this case, your pen.
Some days it became too much but I focused on the good side and I strived I guess and here I am !!!!
I should probably write an ebook. What say?

We are diverting again !! My numbers on the outside look phenomenal but if you scrutinize my views, they have not grown as explosively as they did in the early months.  Why you would ask? Burnout. Am I angry or disturbed? Hell no. I am happy with my blog. Life occurs, and I wanted a break. For nearly two months, I rarely published anything. But I want you to know that I’m back again, and I’m right here to stay. Your unwavering aid is what fuels my ardour for writing and sharing with the beautiful community.
Why am I telling you this? Burnout is real and I don’t want to write for the sake of views because they wouldn’t reach your hearts.
So it’s okay to play the long game, it’s okay to take a pause and it’s okay to not grow exponentially. It took me some time to realise baby steps matter and we take one day at a time.


What’s my favourite piece you would ask??
There are quite a few!!

[Goodbye, My Crush]

(https://poestoryporium.blog/goodbye-my-crush/);

A heartfelt imaginery poem where I said good-bye to a crush , it felt good to write via imagination and develop characters accordingly.
It’s one of my favourite poems

[Has reading lost it’s  Charm ](https://poestoryporium.blog/has-reading-lost-its-charm/)
It’s one of my first rant and it’s effortlessly painted how I felt like reading is being forgotten !!
I loved how it turned out ; raw real and unfiltered.

Now the big question? How much did I earn??? I only recently got AdSense approval so not much, but I am happy!!! Poestory Porium isn’t about creating wealth; it’s about doing what I love and optimistically making a little money alongside the manner.
Would I say no to money? Hell no!!
However, if you do want to support me, you can buy me a coffee or share it with your friends!!!! )

So, as I celebrate this 6-month milestone, I need to express my innermost gratitude to every one of you who has supported me. You’ve been here via the highs and lows, and I admire your faith in me and my phrases.

Here’s to many extra months and milestones in advance, as we undertake this journey collectively. Thank you for not giving up on me, and I promise to bring you more heartfelt poems, stories, and musings. Still keeping it as real and raw as it can get !!
Do drop your suggestions in the comment box, I would appreciate it!!

Signing off

With a heartfelt thank you,
Poestoryporium💛💛


In case , you are wondering where to read the previous milestone blogs , i m attaching the links under 0!!!! Do give it a read

– [30 Days, 14 Posts, 279 Fam, 1000 Likes, 6000 Views]

(https://poestoryporium.blog/30-days-14-posts-279-fam-1000-likes6000-views/https://poestoryporium.blog/30-days-14-posts-279-fam-1000-likes6)

[Reflecting on the 60-Day Journey: Celebrating 13268 Views, 1669 Likes, 382 Comments, and 440 Followers]

(https://poestoryporium.blog/reflecting-on-the-60-day-journey-celebrating-13268-views-1669-likes-382-comments-and-440-followers/)


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“Turning Haters into Motivators: My Journey of Rising from Hate”**

I know I was M.I.A from writing and wordpress.Honestly the last month was haunting and filled with pain and loss . I found writing and publishing meaningless because every post I used to post , the hate comments would swirl in .


I agree hate is a reminder that you are growing in your writing journey but it got overwhelming for me

And I stopped writing. But my friends pulled me out of that spiral and I am so grateful that I have such amazing people.

So now I have decided to give the torch to you , just remember your aren’t alone…

Alright, let’s talk real stuff. We’re in this digital jungle, and hate comments? Yeah, they’re like the gnarly thorns in our social media journey. But you know what’s wild? I managed to spin those hate bombs into something kinda beautiful. Buckle up, because I’m about to share my story of how I danced through the storm of negativity and turned those hate comments into my personal boosters.

Was it easyyy??? Hell Nooo

**Facing the Hate Tornado:**
Picture this: your phone buzzes, and you check to find a hate comment. Bam! It’s like getting a slap from the universe. My first hate comment hit like a freight train to the soul. The venomous words made my confidence take a nosedive. Sleep? Nah, it was a VIP ticket to the land of overthinking. But guess what? I wasn’t the only warrior in this battle, and that’s kinda comforting yet equally disturbing.

**Bouncing Back with Resilience:**
So, I had a choice to make. Was I gonna let some keyboard warrior determine my self-worth? Heck no! I decided to rock emotional armor like a boss. I mean, everyone’s entitled to their opinion, even if it’s dipped in bitterness. Coping? Yeah, self-care rituals became my go-to. Meditation? More like daily therapy. Oh, and mentors who’d faced the same crap? They were my Jedi council.

**Fueling Up on Hate (Yeah, Really):**
This might sound insane, but I flipped hate into rocket fuel. I mean, who doesn’t wanna prove haters wrong? Their toxic comments lit a fire under me. I transformed those words into my secret weapon for success. And you know what’s sweet? Seeing them squirm as I crushed my goals. It’s like giving negativity a one-way ticket to oblivion.

**Finding Me in the Rubble:**
It’s nuts, but hate comments can kinda be like a mirror. They show you stuff about yourself you didn’t even know was there. I decided to dive into this chaos and ended up on a self-discovery bender. Yeah, it hurt, diving into my own insecurities, but the result? Uncovered strengths I never saw coming. It’s like hate turned into a personal growth jackpot.

**Unleashing My Inner Crusader:**
Guess what? Hate had a side effect I never saw coming. It sparked a rebellious fire in me. Suddenly, I wasn’t a passive bystander; I became a voice for change. My platform became a fortress against negativity, shining a light on how those toxic comments mess with our heads. Turning the tables? That’s what empowerment feels like.

**My Crew of Survivors:**
In the midst of the chaos, I found a tribe of fellow survivors. They knew the sting, the punch, and the gut-wrenching feeling of hate. Sharing our battle stories was like a lifeline. We formed this band of warriors, united by our scars and stories. Turns out, connecting with others who’ve been through the same mudslide is like finding gold in the wreckage.

**Chasing Rainbows in Thunderstorms:**
Keeping a sunny outlook when surrounded by hate storms was like acrobatics for the soul. But, I figured out the trick: focus on the good stuff. Gratitude? Oh yeah, it became my secret weapon. Genuine followers, the love they shared—it was like anti-hate armor. Mindfulness? It’s like catching rainbows in the middle of a thunderstorm.

**Conclusion:**
So here’s the deal, amigos. Hate comments? They’re like mosquitoes in the summer—annoying, but you don’t have to let them ruin your picnic. My journey through the hate vortex taught me resilience, showed me corners of myself I’d never explored, and turned me into a crusader for positivity. The digital world is a jungle, but you? You’re the king or queen of your jungle. You can flip hate on its head, dance through the storm, and come out stronger on the other side. Embrace the growth, soak in the lessons, and let those haters be your unexpected motivators.


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The No Hard Feelings Paradox: The Struggle to Let Go!!!

I wanted to kill a person. Figuratively of course!!!
The hurt pain and emotions were all on their High and I felt anger like never before.
I just wished him dead I guess but I wanted a solution.
Complex human emotions made it worse. I wanted to follow the idea of “no hard feelings” but I found it so difficult to navigate. On the surface, letting go of grudges and moving on without bitterness appears to be a worthy endeavour. The truth, however, was far trickier and more challenging.

“No hard feelings” implies that we can let go of unpleasant feelings, setbacks, and complaints, relieving ourselves of a load of resentment. It entails the capacity for pardon and forgetfulness as well as the duty to prevent the effects of the past from tainting the present or the future.
No matter how good the idea of “no hard feelings” is, putting it into practice is frequently simpler said than done. My default response to being harmed or deceived is anger, despair, or betrayal for most humans it’s the same. These emotions have a way of staying in our hearts and minds. The “no hard feelings” state is therefore difficult to achieve.
For me, it was almost impossible.
I read and listened. I honestly never understood how was it so simple. The paper castle of no grudges and letting go, I couldn’t build it.
Am I built differently? Why couldn’t I do that? Will I ever be able to? Can I eventually be amicable with him?
So many questions and I wanted answers.
I started talking to people and everyone had the same thing to say !!!So here’s me giving you my version of no hard feelings.

We face challenges as we battle the anguish that has been inflicted on us in the early phases of trying to escape. 

Avoiding uncomfortable emotions might result in downward spirals of resentment and sadness. We could initially need to travel in the past, repeat traumatic experiences, and feel intense emotions. With continual ups and downs, it can resemble an emotional roller coaster. Pain manifests itself in unexpected ways, making us doubt our capacity to actually advance.
We can find it difficult to comprehend emotions at this moment. By attempting to let go too quickly or by not giving the grief we are feeling enough weight, we might question whether we are failing ourselves. This internal struggle can strengthen our resentment and deepen the cycle of sadness.


We may eventually achieve a degree of emotional detachment rather than genuine “no hard” states as time goes on and we gradually digest our feelings. This distance is more of a defence mechanism than a sign of healing. This occurs when we stop feeling emotions and defend ourselves against more injury.
It’s crucial to know that emotional detachment does not equal meaningful resolution or emotional progress, despite the fact that it may offer momentary respite. Instead, it might be a sign of emotional restraint or a reluctance to confront suffering. Acknowledging the hurt, comprehending its ramifications, and actively striving towards genuine forgiveness and development are all necessary for meaningful healing.

Hard feelings are unavoidably difficult to achieve. It necessitates reflection, self-worth, and a readiness to confront past wrongs. Cycles may be present in the process of sadness, bitterness and even emotional withdrawal. However, it is important to remember that emotional detachment is not a substitute for true determination and healing.
Understanding our feelings, allowing ourselves to grieve, and working towards forgiveness are all important steps in avoiding unpleasant emotions. It is an adventure in self-knowledge, development, and acceptance. Keeping these things in mind

When find comfort in genuine healing, we might expect to negotiate the intricacies of human emotion.
Even if it can be challenging to fully realise the goal of no resentment, making a commitment to comprehending and managing our emotions paves the way for a more fruitful and genuine existence.


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“Ex Talk: A Captivating Journey of Love, Honesty, and Self-Discovery”



Rating – ⭐⭐⭐⭐

I honestly didn’t pick this up intentionally. I had one audible credit to exhaust and the synopsis looked interesting plus radio and audio books , sounds like a dream combo.It did!!
I liked the book .

For me , books personally,have the ability to transport us to other worlds, elicit emotions, and instruct us in useful lessons. The delightful contemporary romance novel “Ex Talk” by Rachel Lynn Solomon takes readers on an immersive journey of love, honesty, and self-discovery. “Ex Talk” captivated me from from the very beginning to the very end thanks to its compelling characters, intricate relationships, and themes that provoke thought.


“Ex Talk” presents Shay Goldstein, a public radio producer facing a unique challenge to boost ratings. To do so, she teams up with her nemesis, Dominic Yun, to host a radio show where they pretend to be exes and offer relationship advice. What makes the story compelling is Shay’s relatable character, as she battles self-doubt, insecurities, and the fear of revealing her true self. Her growth throughout the story resonated with me, who can empathize with and cheer for her.

The novel delves into the themes of authenticity and vulnerability, emphasizing Shay’s journey to find her voice and embrace her true identity. The importance of honesty and vulnerability in building genuine connections is highlighted, showcasing the power of being authentic for personal growth, healthy relationships, and happiness.

The relationships portrayed in the book are dynamic and emotionally rich. Shay’s friendships and her complex bond with her bestfriend feel genuine and layered. The chemistry between Shay and Dominic captivates readers, drawing them deeper into the story. The author expertly explores multifaceted relationships, capturing the nuances of love, friendship, and family dynamics, adding emotional depth to the narrative.

Communication and miscommunication are central themes in “Ex Talk.” The consequences of assumptions, withheld truths, and the significance of direct and honest dialogue are explored as Shay and Dominic navigate their radio charade. Effective communication is highlighted as vital for understanding, trust, and the growth of any relationship.

The transformative power of growth and change is beautifully illustrated in this novel. Shay’s personal journey involves confronting fears, seizing new opportunities, and pushing her own boundaries. Through her experiences, we are reminded that personal growth often requires stepping outside comfort zones and embracing the unknown. Shay’s evolution serves as an empowering example of finding strength, pursuing passions, and embracing change.

In conclusion, “Ex Talk” by Rachel Lynn Solomon is a compelling contemporary romance that delves into themes of authenticity, vulnerability, and personal growth. The relatable characters and intricate relationships resonate with readers, leaving a lasting impact. The novel reminds us of the importance of honesty, communication, and embracing change, creating a memorable reading experience.
So do give it a read !!!


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Testimony


In the kingdoms of life’s endless dance,
Where blessings glint at every chance,
Let me craft a poem, abridged and true,
To hymn of benefits that grace me and you.

Oh, benefits, you implausible light,
Superintending us through the murky night.
Like a mellow drizzle on withered Gaia’s embrace,
Ailmenting our hearts with copious grace.

First, health and vigour, a treasure untold,
A vibrant body, an essence bold.
From head to toe, vitality glow,
A priceless gift, we forget to cherish and know.

Then, knowledge’s gift, an unending well,
Opening minds, like an astonishing spell.
In books and teachings, wisdom resides,
Debuting new worlds, where insight abides.

Financial gain, an accessory so grand,
A shield against life’s shifting sand.
With ample means, dreams take flight,
And burdens are eased with sheer delight.

Love’s tender touch, a blessing supreme,
A radiant flame, a blissful dream.
Through friendship’s bond or romantic embrace,
Love intertwines hearts with lasting grace.

And peace, sweet peace, a tranquil balm,
Calming storms, restoring calm.
In troubled times, its solace we seek,
A sanctuary where weary souls can speak.

But let us not forget empathy’s might,
A benefit that ignites our inner light.
To understand and share another’s pain,
Fostering unity, breaking every chain.

These benefits, dear friends, are so divine,
In every facet of life, they intertwine.
Let us embrace them with grateful hearts,
And in their beauty, may our lives take part.

For in counting blessings, we find our worth,
In cherishing gifts, we renew our birth.
So let us celebrate these benefits bestowed,
And live a life with abundance and ode.


Hey hey hey, I know I have been m.i.a. But I haven’t fully settled in my place yet! But I will get back to writing as soon as I can !! On a completely different side note; we hit 500 subscribers !!! I am so grateful to each one of you !!! Keep showing me lots of love. Means the world to me (I want to say a lot of things but I will stop because if I do I won’t stop. What matters is, you guys have my heart.

This poem is very special to me because there was a time when I realised that even if everything around me is screwed up, I still had things for which I had to be grateful. It acted as a light for me and gave me the strength to wake up the next day. Sometimes, we need that, that tiny glimmer of hope, so today I give this to you.

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Beware

Beware
Of the sun, we must beware
When we are gliding through the air.
Though truly happy,we must beware
For happiness can also scar
Maybe the trick is to be taken by surprise
And lady be wise, 
The way to make you do that final sacrifice
The dream is real for those who dare,
Before we even know it’s there,
There are shadows all around me, telling me to beware
Agitating, craving words
betraying me to the dark
Prisoner of my own fear
Representatives and foul play getting the rear
Sorrow ,grief and despair
They’re choking my air
Yet raise the sights, the city lights are calling
We’re ready tonight, the time is right, There’s nitro in the air
In the street is where we’ll meet,
we’re warming On the beat,
we won’t retreat, beware!!!


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Dear Best friend,


I was deeply skeptical before writing as I know the internet can be a weird place but I wanted to because you are a huge part of my life, the reason why I m sane and still not so broken is because of you. So, you deserve the love and attention on my blog because you deserve nothing else. ( Mind you, I m very possessive about the content I put on my blog)
So, my fellow human,
Today is your special day and I just want to take a moment to let you know how special you are. I could get you gifts but I wanted you to have a part of me, a part that I am good at, ie, words. So I wanted to write this because, on days when you are feeling low, you can come back to this. Because the world may torment you to feel like you are worth nothing, but I will always remind you that you are my Helen of Sparta and I could start or fight the Trojan War for you.
On a more formal note, first and foremost, I want to thank you for being my friend. You have been with me through thick and thin, and I don’t know what I would do without you. You are the one person I can always count on to lift me when I am feeling down and to make me laugh when I need it the most. Your unwavering support and kindness have gotten me through some of the toughest times in my life, and I will be forever grateful for them. looking back, I wouldn’t have survived my hardest days if it wasn’t for you. I know you see my vulnerability and brokenness behind the facade of sarcasm and annoyingness. I don’t even know whether it’s an actual word, but describing you through words is also difficult !!! It’s become too cheesy! But that’s what you get!
But you deserve this because you are my hype brigade, if it weren’t for you I would never give the credits I deserve and I probably will die of impostor syndrome but you hold me gently and make me realise I m not the villain of my story.
So today i want to remind you of the same .
You have been through so much in your life, yet you always manage to keep your head held high and your spirits up. Your resilience and perseverance inspire me to be a better person, and I am in awe of your courage and determination. Whenever I am feeling lost or hopeless, I think of you and all that you have overcome, and it gives me the strength to keep going.

Another thing I love about you is your sense of humor. You always know how to make me laugh, even when I am feeling my lowest. Whether it’s a silly joke, a funny meme, or just a goofy expression, you never fail to put a smile on my face. Your humor has helped me through some tough times, and I don’t know what I would do without it. we have cribbed over guys and our lives and for all of that I am so grateful to have you in my life, and I can’t imagine going through all these moments without you.

You have never judged me for my mistakes, but you have always held me accountable for them. So , i want you to do the same for you once . See your worth because even diamonds lose their shine infront of you .
I want you to know how much you are loved. You bring so much joy and happiness to those around you, and I am so lucky to call you my friend. Thank you for being the amazing person that you are, and for making my life so much brighter. I love you more than these words could ever express. Be a good friend And get me a boyfriend, for god sake !!🤣

I can go on and on, but it would be a bit too much and nobody reads for this long!!
So I want to list 24 things for you to look back on when you feel low because you may see the flawed version and be self-critical of yourself, but all I see is an imperfectly perfect person who fits in my life perfectly as my jigsaw puzzle.

1. Your kind heart always shines through.
2. You make me laugh with your humour and wit.
3. Your honesty and integrity are unwavering.
4. You are always there for me when I need you.
5. Your creativity and imagination inspire me.
6. Your intelligence and curiosity are truly impressive.
7. Your sense of adventure makes life more exciting.
8. Your thoughtfulness and consideration for others are heartwarming.
9. Your positive attitude is contagious and uplifting.
10. Your beauty radiates from within.
11.Your loyalty and commitment to our friendship are unmatched.
12.Your generosity and selflessness never cease to amaze me.
13.Your ability to empathize and understand others is a gift.
14.Your strength and resilience in the face of adversity are inspiring.
15.Your confidence and self-assuredness are admirable.
16.Your hard work and dedication to your goals are admirable.
17.Your passion and enthusiasm for life is contagious.
18.Your grace and poise in any situation are impressive.
19.Your wisdom and insight always astound me.
20.Your willingness to help others is inspiring.
21.Your ability to forgive and move on is a valuable trait.
22.Your authenticity and genuineness are rare and special.
23.Your infectious energy and positive spirit are a blessing.
24.Your unwavering faith in yourself and others is admirable.
These are just a few of the many reasons why I love you.( Also being too sweet doesn’t fit my persona , let me go back to being myself) You are an amazing person, and I am so grateful to have you in my life. Thank you for being you, and for always brightening my day with your presence.


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30 days ,14 posts ,279 followers ,1000 likes,6000 views


Thanku fellow humans,

It’s hard to believe that it’s been 30 days since I started my blog. In some ways, it feels like it’s been a lot longer, and in others, it feels like it’s only been a few days. Nevertheless, hitting the 30-day milestone is a significant accomplishment for me, and I wanted to take some time to reflect on the experience so far.

Starting a blog is something that I’ve wanted to do for a while now. I’ve always enjoyed writing, and I’ve always been passionate about sharing my thoughts and ideas with others. But for some reason, I never got around to actually starting a blog until now. Looking back, I think a big part of the reason was fear. I was afraid of putting myself out there, of being vulnerable, of being judged. But I decided that enough was enough. I was tired of holding myself back, and I was ready to take the leap.

The first few days of my blog were both exhilarating and terrifying. On the one hand, it was amazing to see my writing out there in the world, to see people reading and commenting on my posts. On the other hand, I was constantly second-guessing myself, wondering if anyone was actually interested in what I had to say. But as the days went on, I started to find my rhythm. I started to feel more comfortable with my voice, and I started to gain more confidence in my writing.

One of the things that surprised me most about starting a blog was how much I’ve learned in just 30 days. The technical side of things, like setting up a website, choosing a platform, and optimizing for SEO. There’s the creative side of things, like coming up with topics, crafting headlines, and developing a unique voice. And then there’s the community side of things which is my favourite part , that is , you guys!!

One of the most challenging parts of the past 30 days has been finding the time to write. Between my full-time job, my social life, and my other hobbies and responsibilities, it’s been a struggle to carve out time for blogging. But I’ve found that when I’m passionate about something, I make it work. I’ve been waking up earlier in the mornings to write before work, and I’ve been staying up later at night to get in a few more paragraphs. It’s been tiring, but it’s also been incredibly rewarding.I also would be lying by saying I wasn’t sidetracked by the hate comments , but you guys reminded me of going forward and stood as my pillar of strength.

One of the things that’s kept me going over the past 30 days has been the support of my friends and family. When I first started my blog, I was nervous about telling people. I wasn’t sure how they would react, and I was worried that they would think it was silly or that I was just wasting my time. But I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the positive response I’ve received. People have been reading my posts, sharing them with their friends, and leaving encouraging comments. It’s been a huge motivator for me.

Of course, not everything has been smooth sailing over the past 30 days. There have been times when I’ve felt discouraged, when I’ve wondered if it’s all worth it. There have been times when I’ve struggled to come up with ideas, when I’ve sat staring at a blank screen for hours on end. But I’ve learned that these moments are all part of the process. They’re the challenges that come with any creative pursuit, and they’re the things that make the victories all the sweeter.
Why am I writing this ? Is it to rub it on your face ? Are numbers that only matter to me ?
No ,I know the title was very catchy and selfish but honestly for me it’s not about the numbers or likes , but the community that I have build for myself . It’s like my safe and comfort space which I am very grateful for . This post for me is on the days when I am low , questioning my self worth and battling my insecurities because i tend to do that a lot .
So I want to celebrate each and every milestone with you guys!!!
Because you are my biggest cheer leaders!
I remember journaling that nobody would like my writings but boy , you guys proved me wrong and that feeling is intoxicating and a new high for me .
So thanku ,
On a side note i read 28 books from the beginning of the year .Do you guys want book recommendations or reviews , comment down below!!!
And I know I am not active with my blog and this specific blog was written a long time ago i couldn’t post it because I am dealing with a personal loss. So i will get back to writing i promise when i feel better !!
And one of my poems got published ( REAR VIEW)
Here’s the link- https://wp.me/p6OZAy-1Q5y
Do check it out !!!



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Has reading lost its charm ?

Being in the 21st century, where everything is fast-paced, I feel like reading has been forgotten. Especially introspecting my life, I felt reading has lost its path, and what exists now is valorized reading.

Something like reading for the sake of reading

As we jump from one sensation to another, from one controversy to another, with an Instagram filter on our minds, this makes me realize that somewhere along the line I forgot to read and that a lot of other people did too.

We can blame it on our short attention span, but at the end of the day, we all reach out for something easy, short, and instrumental, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it because we live in perpetual amnesia that is triggered by the world being fast and urgent. 

The constant feeling that I will miss out is something that triggers me to take my phone almost every hour, and it’s also something that has triggered a lot of anxiety in these last couple of months.

As I wrote down my thoughts, I figured I had given up on reading and writing somewhere along the line.

And this is an attempt to get back to reading.

If you, my friend, also gave up on reading, you can start again. I’m here to accompany you.

For me, the earliest memories of reading were when I was three and on train journeys. How dad used to get me a magic pot so that I wouldn’t be an annoyance

I am still an annoyance, but my love for books is something that hasn’t left.

Being brought up in a humble household, one of the things that my parents never said no to was books. I used to demand books as presents for every exam I passed. 

I still remember borrowing books from friends and libraries and finishing them in two to three days because I loved the rush.

It came to a point where I was reading Jeffery Archer’s When the Crow Flies instead of my history books before my 10th board exams.

Do I regret it? Noooooo

The rush of having that imagination, the rush of going into a parallel universe where I portray the main character, seeing myself in situations, deciding what I would have done and what I wouldn’t, and complex storylines with spicy images keep playing in my head as a slow-motion movie. Enough that someday I could lend my brain cells to Elon Musk to make an extraordinarily brilliant movie.

All these emotions and memories are something that is beyond description.

Books have led me to a web of my past, present, and future, like an island universe that’s interlinked but not yet linked.

For me, a book does affect me; I feel pangs of grief, motivation, empathy, and all the emotions in between as the character develops. It is a small, intimate space of mine that nobody else has access to—sort of a mysterious realm.

Nothing is linear in life, and as life progresses, one of the things that I gave up was books.

Is there a specific reason? No 

But I kind of discovered recently that one of the reasons why I had given up on reading was the anxiety in choosing a book.

The fear that I would miss out on this year’s nominations, what if it isn’t good, and this eventually felt like a job, not the one I liked, Going through reviews and feeding on people’s opinions got so tedious that for me reading lost its wonder in this process.

I missed picking out random books from shelves, going with my gut, and thinking it might be a hit. Even if it wasn’t, I would at least be able to take something away.

Now, this screams of slobbishness and elitism, but it is what it is: I was consumed by valorized reading, and I started mimicking other people’s choices instead of giving in to what my heart wanted.

Now, why am I writing this? Humans as a whole are very creative animals, and creativity being the buzzword in this digital era, I wanted to start reading again , be soaked in creative juices .

And I have started again, and the feeling is amazing—not bound by social pressures but doing something from a thick desire.

I don’t want to be a person who is limited to WhatsApp archives; I want to go beyond the perfect sentences and let imagination take its toll. And for this reason, books are my comfort space.

Feel sheer joy and delight, feel uncomfortable, have butterflies in your stomach, cry, and feel all the emotions as I turn every page.

I would say you also just need to give a short

I’m not going to preach a lot, but in the end, there’s so much knowledge to consume. Take anything—a newsletter, audiobooks, nonfiction classics—to feed your soul.

To bring calmness into this fast-paced life 

To hold back and embrace emotions and to know yourself better, a book is all you need.

My current read is The ISIS Hostage by Puk Damsgard.

I’m ending this blog with a short poem I wrote on books.

“Now, it’s all being done in the past,

It’s all been written in the book,

and makes you think nothing ever lasts.

Maybe it’s something worth another look.

A string of words floats with fear.

And it encompasses all the emotions in this book.

Nothing is ever black or white.

Nothing comes easy off the hook.

I see people holding on to their past as a book.

Hating themselves more as they look”

If you have read till now, you have discovered my writing is as haphazard as it can get.

And that’s me, all over the place.

So do reach out to me and connect with me so we can share our books and recommendations and get chatty about it.


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Journey


Don’t take it serious; life’s so mysterious.
With aid indifferent and imperious,
Leading to a stroke of mad poetic thoughts to make it confute and curious,
We keep it to ourselves, with nobody else around to make us delirious,
From being confused ,or just being vicious.
Reality an antonym of being luxurious.

Years of learning, still never got it right from the start,
Incurious to the criteria which set that apart
All the little efforts were never too serious
Was termed delirium and oblivious.
On the mic of life, leave that to the experienced they say
Yet dreams reality and illusions just being a gateway
Scars and broken wings were never a full stop,
In the book of life to stand at the top.
The remedy always being the experience
That being the dangerous liaison
For ages a bane or a boon lays upon.

Let the Summer in eyes not turn to winter
Partake as it all transforms to stone.
And let the wounds be a bygone .
As mortal as dreams of our own.


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Dear girl in pyjamas

“A smile on the lips so wide,

yet there is no twinkle in her eyes.

with darkness on her side

and no one to abide. “

I know this was the line in your 4th grade notebook where you wrote “no one.” You used to hide in libraries and indulge in fiction, creating characters and storylines that were sometimes a bit out of the ordinary for a kid. That was the time when your English teacher told you you had a way with words; it boosted your confidence, yet you felt you weren’t like the other kids. You failed to fit in, and that made you terrified. Why am I telling this to you today? To see from my pov to see how far you have come and I am so proud of you. Every time you won, you topped yourself, or someone appreciated you, you couldn’t see what others saw in you. You always strived to be the best when you were already doing well. You only wanted to be the best, but sometimes better is okay and fine. So this monologue is to remind you of the tiny things you fail to notice with respect to all your flaws, which you are obsessed with in terms of improving. I am not saying that it’s wrong, but you need to accept yourself as a total package and not certain versions of you.
 
I know the world sees you with all your imperfections and flaws and is kind of judgmental, but I love the way you are—maybe more than you can imagine. I know that to reach here was difficult and realizing that you are actually worth something has been a long route, but you have made it finally. And I’m so proud of you, bruh. The girl who loves pyjamas and is happy to be stuffed in bed with some thriller novel and a glass of black coffee can be called mundane to the world, but you are happy, and that’s what matters, isn’t it?
The way you care and are ready to bring the world down for the people whom you love is something that is small yet huge. The smile on your face and how your face lights up even with the tiniest compliments is something that catches my eye. The way you play with a street dog or a toddler, or the way you tease your friends, the way you laugh as if you have had an asthma attack, and all those facial expressions when you see the cringeworthy moments, I would say those are tiny bits of you that normal people miss. Maybe your best friend is right: you would never get a boyfriend because you hate cringy stuff, cheesy dialogues, and unnecessary gifts. But it’s okay. I know you believe in understanding, loyalty, and being with them rather than monetary items. You are hardworking and determined. Your ideologies and morals are the foundation on which so many relationships exist. The world sees you as an introvert, but only a few know the real you, and I am proud of you. You are perfect in all your imperfections.
You fail to see what your friends see in you. You are so critical of yourself that you hold yourself to the highest level of accountability, and sometimes you need to let go! Maybe sometimes you don’t need to give your 100%; your 80% is more than enough for the world. Let yourself breathe, and do not confine yourself to the dictionary of life. Don’t go by the book to live your life. The words “success” and “failure” are relative. Give yourself a break too.
You weave words in such a fashion as to form reality, portraying yourself as a wandering soul.
searching in implications, to construct a paradise of your imagination. But amidst all this, you forget that you are human too! I can write about your shortcomings, but I don’t want to, not today. Because today is about celebrating the real you, the one with imperfections and flaws, and accepting you for who you are.
So, my pyjama girl with a grumpy face, you are the best in my eyes and in the eyes of all the people who love you. Certainly you have had bitter experiences, downfalls, and days when you used to binge watch, have a book marathon, or eat like you haven’t eaten in days. But it’s okay; you have come this far, and I am sure you will survive the Rubik’s cube of life.
Your’s lovingly,
The girl who knows you in and out


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Dear uncertainty

Dear uncertainty ,
Strange things can happen when faced with adversity
At this stage , i am looking at you with all urgency,
I wish a superman could have saved that aeroplane,
But thanks to you , it’s forever etched in my memory lane,
The rain god’s took out all their bash
And we took the crash,
And everything happened in such a flash
With 2020 I should have known and expected,
But you my friend , does nothing as I suspected,
And now I have accepted
Us against the universe, and human made disasters,
Covid , Flood , landslides and now a airplane crash ,

Yet i hoped for a tiny bit of Magic,
To change this whole dynamic,
And i as I look around and here I was reconnected,
For Humanity was being resurrected
Yes ,Death and these disasters leave an unbearable pain,
But we fight this together again with no complain
And this my friend is something insane
I know you will come again,
But we will sustain and remain
With lots of love and hugs to you my friend , uncertainty
Thanku for restoring my faith in humanity..

Death


I write poetry with a clear head, and my blogs are potentially written when I am vulnerable.
Now, I guess I am vulnerable and overthinking, so that definitely calls for a blog.
For me, writing as a memory is associated with my mother, because she taught me how to write, and so writing on this topic makes it even more difficult.
It took me a lot of courage to start this blog, and I am exhausted and scared to put myself out there.
The blog was an escape for me. Not to face the real world, I guess?
This whole year was excruciatingly difficult for me.
Because death came knocking on my door and it was to visit my close ones.
I wish I could romanticise death as they do in movies and books, but I can’t!
How do you deal with the anxiety and grief of such complex emotions?
Every time I thought I could pick myself up from the ashes and patch myself up, it came knocking on my door again.
Loosing people isn’t easy; you feel like it gets better every time, but boy, are you wrong.
There’s no standard equation for dealing with death.
There’s no right way to grieve. You eventually have to find peace, and sometimes the memories keep haunting you.

I had made peace with death.
Until I saw it putting claws on my mother,
That honestly scared and scarred me.
Call it a privilege, but I never thought of losing my parents. I always thought they would be there as a constant with me. Even the thought of losing them never entered my head.
And the last couple of months have been a haywire in themselves.
I can’t describe the feeling of sitting outside hospitals, talking to doctors, and having to be an adult when all I want to be is a kid.
But I knew I had to put the mask on, so I moved cities to be closer to my parents and made sure I was there for every hospital visit.
It was frightening; every test result and every diagnosis was nerve-wracking.
The number of experts we saw was insane.
But I had to pretend I was okay because someone had to be strong.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t have bad days, but I knew it would get better some day.
So I held onto that hope.
Hope has an amazing placebo effect; it makes you feel good.
But it also helps you understand what is important.
And I understood that my parents were my number one priority.
Why am I writing this at 2:30 in the night?
Because today we are back home, and my mother is okay, safe but not perfectly healthy, but I am grateful and not complaining.
I feel a lot of emotions, and the past week has been anything but turmoil.
And on those days, I am grateful for the friends I have.
I was a planner all my life, but this experience put things in perspective for me.
Why am I putting this out there? Because if someone reading this now understands the emotions that you are going through, it is pretty normal.
sadness, confusion, anger, weirdness, anxiety, feeling left out and neglected, guilt, and being overwhelmed.
I have been there, and I understand you.
Do I exactly know what you are going through? No, because every person feels it differently, but you aren’t alone.
On one side, I am eternally grateful; on the other, I am anxious too.
But I guess that’s okay.
But I have also noticed we don’t speak enough about these moments.
We don’t let the world see how vulnerable we are as people.
So let’s be compassionate about people and the times that they go through, because nobody knows what they are going through.
I know it’s a dark topic to talk about, and I will probably wake up tomorrow morning and think why did I go dark again , but I want it to be out there !!
But, I also want to celebrate the lessons that I learned through the friends that stayed with me and cheered me up.
Because I would have been a disaster if not for them.
Am I suggesting that this traumatic experience is something extraordinary?
No, because even now when I think about what I went through last month, especially last week, it was traumatising, but it did make me stronger and a bit more mature.
I also don’t know how to conclude on this because I feel like there’s no certain way to end things on topics like these.
You just have to deal with it and figure it out, and even if you do, some days are just hard..

The thoughts keep coming back and everytime it’s much scarier but I also comfort myself saying , you are strong enough to handle it. You have people to rely on and you will survive it

Just like you my friend , who is reading this

I hope you don’t go through what I went through , but I also know if you did you are strong and I am here for you….

So, here’s something I wrote during that time,

“You are like an albatross soaring the high into
Spreading happiness and wittiness spotlessly with,
The dreams of an untainted, yet childlike innocent kid at heart
The paper heart filled with art,
Full of colours , empathy and thought
A canvas to paint with so many feelings to express,
Yet when i look at you everything else seem so bland
Your light and smile hits people so hard
That you want to reciprocate
When the snowy numbness crawls on us
You are the ray of light that i turn to,
White salty tears make it’s final fall
You become my tumbler
You are the piece of my life that conceals the lifeless life ,
You are more of an anchor than a friend
To forever and always till the end “

So stay strong and lots of love,

See you in the next bloggg;!!!!


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Hate comments


Growing up, I have always been in the spotlight, with competitions and my writing. Envy felt like a part of my life, and I got used to it. Nothing could break me. Perks of growing up in an Indian household with aunties and relatives being on your back the whole time!
But yesterday and today, I received tons of messages as comments, and trust me when I say this: hate isn’t the word I would use for that. I held onto it with a grain of salt and ignored it, more so because in the social media era, it’s common, but there was a feeling inside me that I couldn’t pinpoint, a feeling that it was someone I knew.
That would be devastating even for me.
I went into “gossip girl” mode with my friends, and they kept telling me I was overthinking as usual. Then another series of comments followed, calling me a slut, and a whore, and using all the slurs in the English dictionary, to bringing up my descendants, my parents, and even comments on my dating life, which is non-existent by the way!
Every time I put those comments in spam, I was this close to losing my mind. I wanted to reach out to that person to ask if he or she was okay. Creating a fake email with my username and then commenting on my posts felt more like personal vengeance to me, or he is utterly jobless.
But I didn’t reply or respond because I felt like it wasn’t worth it.
Yes , I know I have another set of amazing readers and friends whose empathetic voices I can hear inside my head screaming at me to ignore that person.
But I can’t, because it does affect you. I am not a brick, I have feelings too; I feel a lot, and this made me question a lot of things: should I have started this blog; was my poetry better hidden from the world; did I hurt someone so much that he was ready to go to this extent?
Am I a good person, or is my poetry sheer luck, as he calls it?
This feels like chaos, but all those thoughts came rushing into my mind when I read that.
Now, I know what most of you guys are thinking: she has unresolved insecurities. I don’t, because I am in a very good space.
But when I read a series of 15–20 essay comments by one person, all those insecurities that I had dealt with and had locked inside some deep chamber of my brain came back.
Am I ranting? Did it affect me? yes
Short and simple.
Because it straight up felt like bullying and pushing me into a corner, knowing exactly what buttons to push to trigger me.
and that makes me wonder. it’s a person who knows me or a sadist internet troll.
maybe that part hurt more, if it was a nameless troll hiding behind a computer screen saying my poetry sucks, I wouldn’t be so affected.

How did he know which buttons to push? So, I was adamant it was someone I knew.
So here I was going through my friends list to figure out who the person was. I went through all the scenarios, and I couldn’t find that person.
Would I like to know who it is? no,
because no matter who the person is—even if it’s a troll—he got me engagement and views.
for that, I am grateful.
and after a lot of unpaid therapy sessions with my friends, I figured it wasn’t someone I know.
because no one I know would go to this extent.

A troll who went through all my poems and writings, seeking inspiration from his life and wrote long paras for me , its romantic !!!

I am intrigued!!! Honestly in some fucked up universe, I would have even admired that person…Just kidding!!
and I had to remind myself that I am worth a lot of things and that my poetry is an expression of my imagination. maybe it’s sheer luck, but I am glad I have that luck and some amazing people who made me the person that I am today.
Why am I ranting like this? because it made me feel a lot of things, anxiety and dread are two of them.
Why am I posting it?
I don’t know, honestly; I can give the textbook answer that I want people to be sympathetic and have better things to do.
and I am sorry that you decided to vent all your anger on my page with some very , brutal wild and vulgar messages.
but thank you for the engagement.
you are my well-wisher!

This topic ends here , because I am not letting a nameless Internet troll who is probably drunk , keeps thinking about me to live in my head rent-free !!! I knew I had to write it out to let it all out !!;

I also found some very important learnings from this encounter , you need good people around you or its very easy to go down the spiral of insecurities and self hate .

And things affect people more in ways that people can’t imagine.It’s important to have criticism, but there’s a very big difference between criticism and hatred.
(yes, please shower me with healthy criticism; I need it.)
and no, I am not playing the self-pity card on getting hate. I knew long ago that on social media I would get hate, and I’m not going to take it personally, but this time it got to me. Next time, I will try to be better.

And I am going to take this opportunity to grow, because I have a lot to unlearn and learn.
So, I am going to focus on the good things, my beloved readers, and my good friends, and I am going to empathize with my haters.
and my “well-wisher” who spammed my comment section thank you for the content and a topic to write a blog on!
Please keep inspiring me to write because I am planning to stick around for a long while …

Lots of love…..


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Shadows

I have always lived in the shadows,
Not on the pedestal not on meadows,
Hiding from the spotlight, wherever the light goes,
Pulling down the shutters on my windows,
I crucified my tomorrow not believing in magical rainbows,
Because I knew , as tomorrow comes , my darkness grows.

Being alone , with so many unknowns ,
Amidst friends and foes,
Looking at Instagram perfect lives,
Emotions and dreams buried under catacombs,

While my nightmare clings on to me like shadows.
I tried coming out of the shadows ,
yet I felt I was stranded on fallows.
I tried to be someone else , as the author plotted,
Only to be feeling destroyed and haunted.

Fairytales kept reminding me of treasures,
Yet all I could see was an imperfect mess,
Trying to fit in with sleeves of confidence and glow in a dress,

Trying to bloom and stand affirm on my toes with my clothes
Nothing as compared to the spectators on first rows.

We were taught to be princesses not to be shadows,
But I defied the rules , as I was a hot mess,
A consistently inconsistent work in progress .

It took me long to accept me as no less
here in shadows to feel solace in anonymity
Living life with no reservations
For my name would be forgotten someday
Yet I was completely okay to be not okay.

To not be tortured with endless explanations
And expectations,
As I will , probably and mostly be lost in the shadows
Yet I would breathe be happy for being me in a shadow
Being a silhouette, beautiful in an unspoken way
As I peak in from shadows as i m here to stay.


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