Tag: life

  • The Subtle Art of Being Yourself in a World That Wants You to Conform

    The Subtle Art of Being Yourself in a World That Wants You to Conform

    Are you truly living as the manifestation of YOUR OWN chosen thoughts and ideas? I recently unplugged from mainstream social media that sucked my attention like a hungry parasite. And since then, I have noticed one thing: people actually do most things because everyone else is doing it. Not because they really wanted to, or because they sat in a corner, introspected, and had that aha moment of springing into action to bring a thought to life. Ha, I have the word for it—peer pressure.

    We are all just living in a massive classroom, with chatters bouncing off walls, hitting our consciousness and subconscious alike, making us act in ways we do not even subscribe to. Or… how do we even know if we ever subscribed to it in the first place? Apologies for the existential crisis ramble.

    For example, in the corner of social media that my feed literally feeds me, people no longer do birthday cakes, the whole singing charade, and blowing candles to make a wish. Instead, they buy a bunch of outfits, have a glam team doll them up, and post a carousel of photos for thousands of strangers who will hit “like” and send a rush of dopamine straight to the account holder. It is fun. I have done it, and it was only because others were doing it, and I thought it was the way to go. But hey, I get it. Do what makes you happy.

    I just want to draw our attention back to pulling out of ourselves what makes us us. It is so easy to get lost in the sauce, in the chatter, in the trends. Do we even still sit, introspect, think about the hard things, and visualize how we can get better, and maybe make the world better in the process?

    Vocalizing dissent in today’s world is further eroding our sense of self. If you do not agree, you are “difficult to work with.” If you do not participate, you are “a weirdo.” If you do not show up, you are “selfish.” The list goes on. The world continues to spin. And if you are part of the crowd of dissent, you remain you.

    I remember being given a ridiculous piece of feedback that completely betrayed my natural way of being. “You talk in such a monotonous way. The audience will fall asleep. Repeat this slide again.”

    I did—again and again. Nothing changed, and eventually, the feedback giver gave up, hoping I would magically change next time.

    Mind you, I have given dozens of presentations, holding the attention of the very people I am speaking to. “You want me to sound just like you in order to be heard?” Nope. Not going to do that.

    And I was not being difficult. I was just being myself. Anything different would have been forced, and yes, weird.

    Being yourself, your true self, I mean the version that is not influenced by culture imposed on you, or one you hesitantly adopt for convenience, is what it means to be free. To be free is to consciously choose what you want for yourself. That is how you thrive. That is how you become. That is how you self-actualize.

    Because without the real you, thriving becomes confusing and stagnant. Kind of like walking up an escalator that is going down.

    Become a vessel that actively makes choices, informed choices, every second. Not one that simply absorbs random chatter bouncing off the walls. I have learned that the real me thrives and breathes actual air, while the peer-pressured me struggles, failing to turn on the oxygen tank, which was the real me all along.

  • How I Took Back My Time and Started Thriving Again

    How I Took Back My Time and Started Thriving Again

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you waste the most time every day?

    Time is fleeting. That is a known fact. You blink, and suddenly you are in your seventiesor your child is now enunciating full sentences like a literature wizard. Where did all the time go? we often ask ourselves.

    It is so easy to let time slip away without being intentional about it. That is the lazy route. The “I am just relaxing” cop-out we tell ourselves.

    Recently, I have been forced to spend my time more intentionally and productively. But before I could get into that headspace, I had to ask myself: Where do I spend most of my time each day in ways that do not serve my goals? And then it hit me. It is social media: the holy grail of instant gratification and dopamine rush. The fear of missing out. The constant need to keep up with the lives of people who do not even know I exist.

    Is it worth it? I asked myself.

    Now, I am not trying to be a flag bearer for toxic positivity. But I truly believe that every second that passes in our lives should be viewed as an investment, an investment in becoming the best version of ourselves and reaching our full potential. And yes, there is time for rest. Intentional rest. Rest that does not involve mindlessly scrolling and wasting valuable time.

    If I were to tally the minutes, hours, and days I have spent on social media, it would probably amount to years—years lost over almost three decades of life. That is scary. Time that could have been better invested in honing my craft, learning new skills, nurturing relationships, or being present with family. The list is endless.

    After reflecting deeply on how much time I have wasted, I made a decision. I deleted the time-wasting, anxiety-inducing, garbage-input apps. Gone. They might come back one day. But only after I have developed habits so deeply ingrained that my first instinct when I have free time is not to reach for my phone to scroll.

    Since ditching those apps, I realized it was actually an addiction. And you cannot thrive while addicted. It is distracting. It is soul-sucking. It took a bit of thinking, reflection, and a shift in my life circumstances for me to see just how much time I had been giving away.

    Do I miss knowing the latest dance trend or getting the tea on the drama between podcast bros and women just living their lives? Yes, a little. But the amount of time I now have to be productive far outweighs the fear of missing out. I will gladly be the “out-of-touch, cannot-relate” one in the group chat if it means I am growing—every single day, even just a fraction.

    So let me ask you:
    How do you waste the most time every day? And are you ready to do something about it?