The Thought Box

Tag: Self-reflection

  • A Candle in the Dark

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    If I’m being honest, I don’t dream of my blog becoming “famous.” I dream of it becoming useful. I want it to be that little safe corner on the internet where someone can land on a rainy Tuesday night, scroll through a few posts, and feel like their heart is being held. I want it…

  • The Life I Dream Of

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    In an alternate universe, I think I’m living somewhere near the mountains, not the kind of mountains people hike just for Instagram stories, but the kind that feel like they have souls. I wake up to the sound of birds and the scent of wet soil, not alarm clocks and deadlines. There’s no constant rush,…

  • Curious Soul

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    Honestly, everything.But not in the academic way we’re taught to be curious in school. Not in the “read a chapter and give an answer” kind of way.I’m curious about life, the messy, confusing, beautiful, heartbreaking experience of just being human. I often find myself staring at the ceiling at 2 AM, wondering: Why is my…

  • Beyond What Eyes Can See

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    If someone couldn’t see me and asked me to describe myself, I think I’d pause, not because I wouldn’t know what to say, but because it’s hard to wrap a whole human into neat little words. Still, I’d try. I’d say, “I’m someone who feels deeply, even when I don’t show it. I live in…

  • Unfiltered Truth

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    Honestly, if I could change something about modern society, I wouldn’t just point fingers at governments or technology or “the youth these days.” I’d start with how deeply disconnected we’ve become, from ourselves, from each other, and from what actually matters. We live in a world that’s more connected than ever, and yet so many…

  • Strings That Choke

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    What really bothers me is this constant, invisible pressure to live a life that’s not even mine. I feel like I was handed a script the moment I was born, written by society, edited by relatives, and directed by my parents. And I’m expected to perform flawlessly, without question. Like a kathputli (a puppet on…

  • Softening into Peace

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    Recently, I’ve been asking myself this question, not merely reflectively, but on a soul level. What am I holding on to that is keeping me out of balance with peace, with joy, with who I truly am? And the response arrives softly, but clearly, I could release toxic people. The ones who suck the life…

  • Romance, to Me

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    Honestly, for me, romantic isn’t just flowers, chocolates, or candlelight dinners, although those little gestures can be sweet. Romance, in its deepest form, is about emotional presence. It’s about two souls choosing to understand each other in a world that barely gives anyone the time to even understand themselves. Romance is when someone pays attention…

  • Coming Home to Myself

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    Honestly, for me, self-care isn’t just about doing face masks or going on a digital detox (though those things help too!). It’s about coming home to myself, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I’ve realized self-care starts with being truly present with me. Not just surviving the day but really asking myself, “How do I feel today?” and…

  • Pieces of My Soul Across the Map

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    Honestly? A lot. Maybe too many for one lifetime, but that’s the exciting part, right? I’ve always felt this strange, unexplainable connection to foreign countries, especially the western ones. It’s like my soul whispers to me every time I watch a travel vlog or see pictures of old cobblestone streets, snow-covered mountains, or neon-lit cities.…