Perspective

In every culture, death is more than an end—it's a transformation. Among the many rituals humans perform to honor the departed, cremation is one of the most ancient and symbolic. But beyond tradition lies a deeper, almost mystical truth: when a body is cremated, its physical form is released, and the energy it held is not lost, but simply returned to the universe. According to the law of conservation of energy, energy can neither be created nor destroyed—it only changes form. This means the warmth, motion, and life force that once animated a body doesn't disappear in fire. It transforms. The heat from the flames, the smoke in the sky, the glowing embers—all of these carry fragments of a life once lived. They disperse into the air, the soil, and the stars. Cremation becomes, in this way, a cosmic act. The fire is not just an end, but a release. What was once confined within skin and bones now returns to the great continuum. Some call it spirit. Some call it soul. Science calls...

 They say knowledge is power. But in love — knowledge can feel like weight . When we were innocent, we loved freely. We didn’t worry about betrayal, heartbreak, or being left behind. But once we’ve seen how love can twist, fade, or fail — we start hesitating. We know too much. We’ve seen too much. And we start asking: "What if it happens again?" So yes — knowledge leads to fear . Not because love is bad. But because we now understand its depth… and the depth of its consequences. Yet, maybe the bravest thing we can do is to love again — not out of ignorance , but with full awareness… and still choosing to give.

Once upon a time, women got pregnant and just trusted nature. They didn’t have Google. No search results to warn them of every rare condition. No videos showing complications. No statistics whispering worst-case scenarios. Today, we know everything — Every symptom. Every risk. Every possible “what if.” And with that knowledge, we carry not just a child… but the weight of constant fear . We should be empowered by awareness. But sometimes, too much awareness replaces joy with anxiety. That’s the paradox: The more we know… the less we feel peace. Maybe the answer is balance — Know enough to be cautious, but not enough to be consumed. And above all, trust the process — just like our ancestors did.

 To a doctor, it’s another scan. Another report. Another measurement. They look for signs, shadows, rhythms, and results. But to the patient, lying quietly under cold light, it’s different. Every second feels like an hour. Every pause from the technician feels like bad news. Every silence… is screaming inside. The doctor may be calm — but the patient is replaying every worst-case scenario they’ve ever heard. We don’t fear the scan. We fear what it might reveal . Because behind every heartbeat, organ, or image — lies the hope that everything is okay. And sometimes, all we need isn’t data — but a soft voice saying, “You’re alright.”

Once, love was simple. A glance, a smile, a promise — that was enough. It didn’t need filters, strategies, or overthinking. It was pure , raw , and beautifully naive . But as civilization “matured,” we learned to analyze love , to measure it , test it , and often manipulate it . Now, love is often a transaction — based on status, security, and survival. Not always, but too often. We became smarter. But our hearts became colder. We evolved as a species… and left innocent love behind. The kind of love that didn’t need reasons. The kind that just… was. Maybe true growth is when we find a way to combine wisdom with purity — To love with depth, but still keep the heart soft.

When love is young — it believes. It trusts. It jumps. It’s not busy measuring outcomes or protecting pride. It’s not worried about being right , or being safe . It just is . That’s the love we remember forever — the innocent kind. Because the more love matures, the more it begins to wear armor. It becomes cautious. Conditional. Sometimes even transactional. We call it wisdom. But it feels more like loss. Real love is most beautiful when it doesn’t know how to hide. It blushes, breaks rules, forgives easily, and believes endlessly. Maybe the real maturity… is learning how to stay innocent even after you’ve been hurt.

In today's world, it's easy to fall into the comfort of taking a loan — for a house, a car, a wedding, or even just to survive. But over time, loans don’t just come with interest. They come with anxiety, pressure, and dependency . What starts as a short-term solution can become a long-term struggle. You earn not for yourself, but to repay. You live in fear of deadlines. You lose your financial peace and emotional balance. The danger isn’t just in the loan itself — it’s in the habit. The more we borrow, the less we learn to manage, adjust, or grow with what we have. "Taking loans is a dangerous habit — it solves today but silently steals tomorrow." The solution? Borrow only when essential. And repay like your future depends on it — because it does.

We often pray, wish, or work toward something — love, success, peace, purpose. And somewhere deep down, we imagine how it should arrive: through clear signs, the right people, perfect timing. But nature has its own rhythm. The universe doesn’t follow our plans — it answers in its own language. Sometimes what feels like loss is actually redirection. Sometimes the delay is protection. Sometimes the unexpected outcome is the exact one we needed — we just didn’t know it yet. We get the lesson before the reward. The pain before the peace. The storm before the sunrise. “Nature gives what you ask. Just not in the way you expect.” Trust the delivery — even when you don’t recognize the package.

In life, it’s important to stay grounded — to know that we are not above anyone, and that life moves on with or without us. We are all replaceable in roles, titles, and tasks. But at the same time, we must never forget: We are also one of a kind. No one else has your exact story. No one else loves the way you do. No one laughs like you, sees the world like you, or dreams like you. So walk humbly — never too proud to be forgotten, But walk wisely — never too blind to forget your own worth.

Each of us walks through life as one person — but in reality, we live in a thousand different versions , shaped in the hearts and minds of those we encounter. To one person, we may be a friend. To another, a stranger. To someone else, a memory — good or painful. To a few, we’re heroes. To some, we may be the villain in a story we don’t even know we were part of. 🧠 Perception is not always truth What people see in us is filtered through their experiences, emotions, and expectations . Even the kindest words can be misunderstood. Even the best intentions can be misread. And sometimes, our smallest actions live longest in someone’s memory — for better or worse. We cannot control every version of ourselves that exists in other people’s minds. We can only be honest with our own intentions — and hope that the truest version of us reaches those willing to see it. 💡 A reminder for the soul: You are not just one thing — you are complex, ever-changing, and seen differently by ev...

We are all born one day, and we will all leave this world one day. These two days — our beginning and our end — are beyond our control. But in between lies “today” — a day gifted by nature, full of possibilities, choices, and meaning. Yesterday is gone. It lives only in memory. Whether it was filled with joy or regret, we cannot return to it, change it, or relive it. It has served its purpose — as a lesson, a reminder, or simply a page in our life story. Tomorrow is not promised. It hasn’t been born yet. It remains a mystery — a blank page we hope to write on, but may never reach. We often place our happiness in “someday,” forgetting that “someday” isn’t on the calendar. But today — today is real. It’s the day we can breathe, laugh, forgive, love, and begin again. It’s the only time where life truly happens. 🌼 So, what can we do with today? Be kind to someone, including yourself. Let go of old grudges or needless worries. Do one thing that brings you peace or joy. ...