Every time someone asked me what kind of person I would want to share my life with or asked me what I love the most about my friends, I always said that I want someone who never lets the child in me die. H onestly, that’s what I treasure the most about people, with whom I can simply exist as I am, without being told to “act like an adult” or “behave a certain way” . I’ve realised how important it is to hold on to those childlike parts of ourselves, and to surround ourselves with people who don’t pressure us to let them go, because no matter how much we grow, earn, mature or become stable, there is a part of us that still needs healing . A part that wants freedom, laughter, and the ability to just be without thinking too much and that part is our inner child. I remember in school, my English teacher told me something that I didn’t understand then, but value a lot today. She said there is a difference between being childish and being childlike. While being childish implies being im...
From as far back as I can remember, the value of giving has been a part of my life. My father and grandfather shaped my understanding of what it means to live with purpose and how that purpose stems from the art of giving. They didn’t explain it in complicated words, nor did they ever frame it as a duty. Instead, through their own lives and their choices, they taught me something profound: what you have; whether it is time, kindness, wisdom, or love , It finds its true meaning only when you share it with others. For them, giving was not about wealth or possessions. It was about presence, care, and generosity . I grew up watching them extend themselves for people, sometimes in small ways and sometimes in life changing ways . And slowly, almost unconsciously, this way of living became a part of me. As I grew older, however, I noticed something unsettling. In today’s world, the act of giving is often misunderstood. People who extend themselves for others are sometimes labeled as p...