But right now, Honestly, the feeling of touching any of my drafts is overwhelming. It’s like a block of some sort. But the real reason is paranoia, writer’s dilemma and a continuous cycle of hate comments flooding in. It’s like a wave at this point. My highs and lows are a catastrophe. In the hallowed hours of the night, my writing brain sparks in. The soft glow of the screen illuminates my dim room. And I find myself overwhelmed with words that cut deeper than any paper wound.Emails once promised connection, now bring hate.
Writing, once a sanctuary for me, now honestly feels like a battlefield where the wounds are invisible but painfully real.
The hate mail, whispers doubts in the quiet corners of my mind. Each word is a tiny blade, leaving scars that may not show but linger nonetheless. The criticism I once welcomed has morphed into a relentless assault.I am scared of what may appear in my inbox. Nights feel heavy with such words, but quitting now is not an option.
Spam comments, like ghosts of genuine engagement, haunt the spaces where my connections used to thrive. Amid the algorithmic noise and automated gibberish, I miss the the authentic exchanges which are now buried.
It has been a lonely journey for me to go through the artificial interactions and search for genuine connections that once fueled my passion for sharing stories. The comments section, which was once a source of warmth and community, now feels like a barren and desolate place. I yearn for real connections, yet the silence is all I get, and filtering and deleting it feels like a chore that I don’t want to do.
I want to explore new realms of book reviews that delve into the heart of literature because I tend to read a lot . I want to suggest book recommendations with you all too. I want to write about murder case files that unravel the mysteries of human darkness because I have always been interested in human phycology and murder mysteries. Yet, fear holds me hostage like a vice.
Will my departure from the familiar be met with acceptance, or will I be sabotaged? A lone wanderer in uncharted literary territory? The uncertainty keeps knocking at my overthinking brain, overshadowing the excitement that should accompany the pursuit of passion.
And then there’s poetry my favorite genre, a form of expression that once flowed freely from the recesses of my heart. Now, the verses are stifled, caught in the crossfire of expectations and the fear of being scrutinized. The desire to write becomes entangled with the pressure to conform. I find myself hesitating, questioning whether the words I long to share will be met with acceptance or met with indifference. That scares me.
Amid this struggle, the dream of authentic book reviews and the fascination with murder case files flicker like distant stars. The desire to immerse myself in the written word and explore the depths of human experience remains, but the path is fraught with uncertainty. Will the world embrace my authenticity, or will it demand a conformity that threatens to extinguish the flame that burns within?
In these moments of vulnerability, I realize that the emotional toll of online writing runs deep. It’s not just about crafting sentences and paragraphs; it’s about navigating a labyrinth of emotions, where the highs of creative expression are accompanied by the lows of doubt and fear.However, despite the threatening shadows that envelop me, I refuse to let the flicker of passion be extinguished.d.
In the quiet hours, when the weight of words becomes too much to bear, I hold on to the belief that writing is not just about the clairaudiences about the journey, the process of unveiling the layers of my soul through words. The struggle is real, the wounds are raw, but within the vulnerability lies the strength to persevere. For every hateful echo, there is a whisper of resilience, and in that delicate balance, I find the courage to continue navigating the labyrinth, hoping that, in time, the echoes of love and understanding will drown out the cacophony of hate.
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.
I’ve got a confession to make: I’m completely obsessed with those “What I Eat in a Day” videos on YouTube. You know the ones I’m talking about, right? Where people meticulously document every morsel of food that passes their lips throughout the day and such good aesthetics.
There’s just something fascinating about seeing what others eat, and I can’t get enough of it. So, I thought it was high time I shared my “What I eat In a day ” – South Indian version.
Buckle up, folks, Fasten your seatbelts because this is going to be one delicious ride!
**Morning Dosa (Rice Crepe) Delight:**
My day always kicks off with a bang, thanks to my morning dose of dosa (rice crepe)! It’s not just any dosa; it’s the South Indian wonder that’s crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Moreso, like my heart !!! I’ve got my dosa batter down to a science. It’s a perfect blend of rice and urad dal (lentils) that’s been fermenting overnight, creating that distinct tangy flavour. It’s like love at first sight and the child of a perfect union!! I spread out the batter on a hot tava, making sure it’s thin and even, and then watch the magic happen. The edges start to crisp up, and when it’s golden brown, I know it’s time to flip. The sizzle and that irresistible aroma make mornings worth waking up for. It’s my drug , figuratively and literally!! But, I’m no purist; I love experimenting with dosa fillings. My personal favourite is a potato masala stuffing with a hint of spice. The dosa, crispy yet yielding, wraps around the spicy filling like a warm hug on a cold winter night.A dollop of coconut chutney and a drizzle of sambar (a spicy lentil-based soup) complete the picture. There’s something about the combination of flavours and textures that puts me in a good mood every day!
It’s mouthwatering!!!!
Dosa with Chutney
**Lunch: Rice, Dal (Lentil Curry), and Salad Sensation:**
Lunchtime is when I aim for a perfect balance. I prepare a generous serving of fluffy white rice. That’s my canvas. On one side, I ladle out some piping hot dal (lentil curry), usually made with toor dal or moong dal. The subtle spices and herbs in the dal infuse the entire plate with warm comfort. It’s my comfort food, especially when I am working and I don’t have time to prepare food. It’s my go-to meal. But it’s not all about indulgence. I always add a side of fresh, crispy salad. A mix of colourful vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, and carrots. Toss in some greens for good measure – lettuce, spinach, whatever I have on hand. It’s all about that crunch and the refreshing contrast to the hearty dal and rice.
For a little extra flair, I might sprinkle some toasted cumin seeds or garnish with cilantro. It’s the kind of meal that makes you feel nourished and content without feeling weighed down.
Rice dal and salad ( it’s not aesthetic, but that’s what I eat)
**Dinner: Roti (Indian Flatbread) with Kadai Chicken :**
Dinner is when I take a different route, often in the form of roti (Indian flatbread) paired with a spicy, flavorful kadai chicken. Roti is my canvas this time. I roll out the dough, making sure it’s just the right thickness, and then cook it on a hot tava until it puffs up like a balloon.
The star of the dinner show, though, is the kadai chicken. This dish is a blend of tender chicken pieces cooked with tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, and a myriad of spices. The flavours are a rollercoaster ride for the taste buds. It’s a fiery combination that I adore. It’s amazing how the simplicity of roti can be a perfect partner for the bold flavours of this dish.
Dinner is a bit more indulgent, but that’s what makes it a delightful way to wrap up the day.
**Snacking Sensation:**
In between meals, I like to keep things light with some healthy snacks. Nuts, fruits, or maybe some yoghurt are my go-to. I’m not one to shy away from a bit of dark chocolate if I need a little pick-me-up.
**The Sweet Endings:**
I do have a sweet tooth, so no day is complete without a little indulgence. It might be a piece of homemade chocolate chip banana bread or a scoop of creamy vanilla ice cream. Sometimes, a bowl of fresh fruit with a drizzle of honey does the trick. It’s a sweet ending to a day filled with deliciousness.
**The Takeaway:**
I’ve always believed that food is not just about fueling the body; it’s about feeding the soul. Each meal is a chance to savour the flavours, textures, and love that goes into preparing it. What I eat in a day is a reflection of my ever-evolving culinary journey. It’s a mix of comfort, experimentation, and sheer enjoyment.
So, there you have it, a sneak peek into what I eat in a day. It’s a mix of tradition and experimentation, comfort and spice, and a whole lot of flavour. Whether it’s the comforting dosa (rice crepe) in the morning, the balanced lunch, the indulgent dinner, or the sweet endings, each meal has its special place in my heart.
And as my obsession with “What I Eat in a Day” videos continues, I can’t help but appreciate the diversity of our food choices. Food truly is a universal language, and sharing our daily food adventures is a delightful way to connect. So, what’s on your plate today? Share your food journey, and let’s celebrate the deliciousness of life together!
Dear crush, I have some words to weave, So that I can let you finally leave, We met as mutuals, We clicked instantly, the timing a bit unusual, We texted long convos nothing like my usual, I wish I could just put everything back to neutral.
Emotions, feelings I tried to make it hush, Yet it seemed something that I couldn’t brush, And then you become my internet crush. Weirdly enough making me all time blush, And you made me feel all the romantic rush.
You made me feel comfortable in my skin, Acquaintance or friend, I didn’t know where to sink in, I wanted it to be something more, You were something that I have never had before.
I pretended to be unbothered but I was scared, Because it was all new and I was unprepared. You were the scintilla And your eyes bought me that, It used to lighten up my darkest nights, A glimpse of a text, I glimmer, Used to help me shine even brighter, Battling my insecurities and the dark thoughts I was in, Yet you were never mine to begin.
I was my free annoying sarcastic self with you, You were everything wonderful, perfect, and true. Our conversations kept me alive and shining, Till you found me annoying. I never intended that but it came to that point, From your viewpoint, I was a disappoint.
I finally moved away from the city, I wish there was no nitty gritty, Yet we were somewhere in touch, Months passed and everything in me screamed I wasn’t good enough Maybe withholding from making a move But for you, I wanted to make an improve We talked., I wanted to know you so much more That I stayed for you to open up I patiently waiting for your nothing to turn into my sup I knew it was difficult, you had your issues But I was always ready with my tissues.
But somewhere in the weird what-if scenarios I knew I could do that, highly optimistic But boy was I wrong, I wasn’t realistic You were closed off and shut me off Yet I tried harder to break through your shell Though I knew in you somewhere I fell. Then I moved back to the city, And you asked us to meet, I was happy and cynical and giddy. It never happened ,I was devastated..
Everything got complicated ,yet I waited, But I consoled myself telling it was okay, Maybe someday? Until there wouldn’t be, as I lashed out on you, You called me annoying and finally, I broke down.
Days later I apologized yet I knew something in us was broken. We were never going back to being friends, I knew this is exactly where it ends. Days later I realized, did I know you at all?? Maybe I didn’t, I just indulged myself in too many scenarios..
I thought I knew you. I knew a tiny part of you, which I m grateful, But today I m heartbroken. I m away from the city, conversations playing in my head, Waiting for this moment to never come, My breathing is heavy and broken, As I write this ,as my grief speaks in poetry unspoken, But I m kissing my memories with teary-eyed I have too many words to tell yet I am all numb and heartbroken
As goodbyes I know can never be outspoken or forespoken. Yet not letting you go But I know I have to let you go So this is the letter i weave, Because I m not the princess in your story.
I walked in your path and had my world collide, I m glad I did because it’s a labyrinth. Even if right now, my sorrow is significant, Bearing it makes me crushed and mystified, But I don’t want all this to be Trapped inside,
Because in this process I found me, The writer and character, the setting, and the plot But I will nevertheless miss you You were my story to weave Hence I take my leave……
Hey there,
I wanted to take a moment to chat about this poem and the whole ‘crush’ thing. Pouring my heart out like this wasn’t just cathartic, it was a real eye-opener.
Having a crush, it turns out, is a bit like stumbling upon a hidden gem. It makes you feel alive, a little giddy, and yeah, sometimes even a tad frustrated. Putting pen to paper, or rather fingers to keys, helped me make sense of it all.
See, a crush isn’t just a passing fancy. It’s a little spark that reminds us we’re capable of feeling deeply. And penning this down? It’s like freezing a moment in time, a souvenir from this rollercoaster ride of emotions.
So, here’s to crushing, to feeling, and to embracing every wild twist and turn. Thanks for joining me on this adventure.
Cheers,
(Ps All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental)
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1. In libraries vast, Books whisper secrets of old, Tales forever told.
2. Pages turn with grace, Ink and paper interlace, Worlds in each embrace.
3. Cover’s artistry, Invites curiosity, A world to foresee.
4. Knowledge unfurling, In the pages, worlds are twirling, Learning’s sweet swirling.
5. Between shelves I stand, Bound by stories, a book in hand, My escape is planned.
6. From dawn until dusk, In books, I place my trust, Words, my treasure trove.
7. Spine creased with love, Worn pages rise like a dove, Thoughts from above.
8. Whispers of the past, In dusty tomes they’re cast, Time’s shadows contrast.
9. Library’s delight, Books transport us through the night, Imagination’s flight.
Haiku, with its roots in Japanese tradition, has a unique charm. As I explored this poetic form, I realized that it’s not just about words; it’s about capturing moments, emotions, and the essence of life itself. I found beauty in nature, fleeting moments, and subtle emotions that often go unnoticed. Haiku is like a lens that sharpens our perception of the world.
I’d like to extend an invitation to all of you. Try your hand at haiku; it’s an enchanting and enjoyable creative exercise.
Explore the world around you, embrace the simplicity, and distill your thoughts into this concise form of poetry.
Share your haikus with friends, family, or even on social media,and comment down below and let’s celebrate the beauty of these small poetic gems together.
Haiku is not just a form of art; it’s a way to appreciate life’s many facets in a few, carefully chosen words.
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.
In a world attracted by beauty ,glory and grace. I sing a prose , not for my face ,but confidence In verses ,I shall express this interesting stance, .
Years of social values, strict laws My experience of the world was filled with arrogance and defiance, We are trained to seek a path bathed in brilliance. With resilience and competence as our guide, Yet ,all this time we hugged ignorance, side by side.
With trials and compliance, we did find our way, Still we lose a part that holds us sway. In this dance of perfection we attempt to find our elegance, Yet never Embracing existence, with eloquence.
So this prose is for us , for me and you A sign to embrace quirks ,issues and grace , With assurance, we’ll rise above the whispers of nuisance, Toward a place of peace and abundance. In the realm of confidence, we take a stance, Where mistakes are acceptable and not enhanced
Though those whispers of malevolence may try to impede, Our confidence is what we need. With benevolence and perseverance, we’ll face, The beauty of life’s magnificence, exorbitant and free.
In the end, it’s our confidence that shines, Guiding us through all the signs and lanes With empathy and grace, we’ll commence.
For us to light the lamp of love , Together we will be able to light the stage , Hope this poem gives you confidence . Remember, dear friend, confidence is what we send. Strengthen thy self, to never let life let you mend.
So ,it’s officially day 1 of the writing challenge and I wanted to share something that I have often dealt with . Lack of confidence.
I always doubted myself more than I should and never gave myself due credit where I deserved.
So this is a poem for me and you , signifying that the world needs confidence more than what we think and to not let the whispers of the society to dim your light !!!!!
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Do comment your writings so I can repost the same !!!!
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