My Musings – Page 7 – Not your ordinary tales

When You Realize You’ve Been Walking Out on Your Own Life

There’s a quiet moment in adulthood when you finally see the pattern you’ve been repeating for years—so familiar you stopped noticing it. That moment arrived for me not in a crisis or a breakdown, but in something much smaller: the way I postponed a simple morning, the way I delayed a call I could have handled, the way I let an entire day slide because I wasn’t ready to feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t laziness. It was a habit that had learned to disguise itself as self-soothing. I’ve always been good at imagining the life I want. Sometimes …

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The Day I Stopped Beating Myself Into Success

There is a version of me who still thinks the answer to everything is:“Be more disciplined. Work harder. Fix yourself.” That version wakes up, makes a beautiful colour-coded plan, then ghosts it by 3 p.m., and finishes the day with a quiet, mean sentence:“You had one job.” Lately, I’ve started seeing how expensive that sentence is. Not in time. In energy, creativity, courage. The real currency of a 0.1% life is not hours or tasks. It is pace, emotional range, enjoyment, and how I relate to time. This is the cheat sheet I wish someone …

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The Season of My Own Making

Some years don’t unfold — they explode.One moment, you think you’ve finally found your rhythm; the next, you’re lying on the ground wondering how something so right went so wrong. I’ve had my share of those years — the kind where progress and pain coexist like mismatched roommates. The past year was supposed to be linear. I had plans, schedules, spreadsheets, even color-coded tabs for every phase of my trek training. But life, it turns out, doesn’t care for bullet points. It arrives unannounced, rearranges your script, and leaves you staring …

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The Mountain Is Me

There was a time when my life felt like one long argument—with myself, with people who left, with people who stayed but didn’t show up the way I wanted them to. Every disappointment turned into a courtroom where I was both the prosecutor and the accused. Blame had a strange comfort. It gave shape to my confusion, like holding a cracked mirror and calling it proof. I could stay angry instead of admitting I felt small. I could rewrite stories where I tried the hardest, and somehow that made losing feel noble. Blame is a cracked mirror—it …

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The Choices That Build Us

Change doesn’t happen in grand moments. It happens in the quiet hours, when you’re tired and still choose to do what matters. Most people want to feel fixed, not actually do the work that fixes them. The reason we keep running from discomfort is simple: it feels easier. But it’s not. It’s just slower, and the cost is higher. Our daily choices shape who we become. Eat well today, and it feels like nothing. Eat well for a year, and you’re not just “trying to be better.” You’re someone who’s better. The same is true for every habit. The …

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That Moment You Realize Detachment Isn’t About Others—It’s About You

The first time I tried to detach, I thought it meant building a fortress. I wanted to shut out the world, make sure nothing could touch me. But detaching that way just made me feel lonelier. It felt like I was punishing myself, hiding because I was afraid. Then something shifted. I realized I wasn’t detaching from anyone else. I was detaching from the idea that I needed someone else to tell me who I was. That was the moment I got it: I didn’t have to run away. I could just come home. Detachment isn’t about being cold. It’s about being …

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