Be Kind to Others (Be Kind to Yourself)
I warned a stranger about his untied shoelaces outside a 7-Eleven today. That tiny interaction lifted my mood more than I expected on a freezing winter morning.
The Thoughts We Rarely Admit
Explorations into what actually matters when the noise fades. These posts wrestle with the deeper questions of purpose, the quiet search for a spiritual foundation, and redefining success beyond a paycheck. This is a space for when you find yourself wondering if you are on the right path, or trying to understand what truly gives your days value.
I warned a stranger about his untied shoelaces outside a 7-Eleven today. That tiny interaction lifted my mood more than I expected on a freezing winter morning.
I spent 20 years being loyal, reliable, and hardworking. And I am still living paycheck to paycheck. Here is why working hard for others is the “safe” choice that keeps you stuck.
A friend passed away holding a Bible in his hospital bed. It made me wonder if I have missed something essential. I am 57 and asking for your advice: Where should I start?
I have worked thousands of hours on four different blogs, but I am still living paycheque to paycheque. I am starting to wonder if I have been “laboring in vain” by building without God.
Most of us imagine what we would buy if we were rich. But the people we would want to lift up say far more about our values. Who would be first on your list?
Strip away the mortgage payments and the grocery budget anxiety. What remains? What would you actually choose to do with your days if survival wasn’t part of the equation?
AI analyzed my life choices and I wasn’t sure if it was being too kind. From helicopter pilot to Japan teacher to farmer – do my decisions show purpose or drift?
I left my cat Simon behind when I moved to LA. My roommate said he used to call for me in my empty room. I hope he is the first one to greet me on the other side.
I needed 3,000 yen for groceries. As I watched a car drive by, three 1,000 yen bills literally materialized from under it. This is my story of unexplainable coincidences.