The more pleasure you get the more unhappy you get? It got me thinking... Why does the pursuit of pleasure often lead to a sense of unhappiness? Why more isn't always better? We live in a world that encourages us to chase pleasure, believing it will lead to fulfillment. But science suggests otherwise. Pleasure and happiness, though related, are governed by different chemicals in our brain: dopamine and serotonin. Dopamine is the neurotransmitter responsible for pleasure and r

It's like jumpstarting a car on a cold morning. The engine might be slow to turn over at first, but once it’s running, you're ready to hit the road. It got me thinking... I couldn’t help but wonder: is the key to a productive day hidden in the simple act of moving our bodies? I reflect on the mornings when getting out of bed feels like a Herculean task. The days when your to-do list is as daunting as climbing Everest, and all you want to do is hit snooze and pull the covers o

Love is becoming the right person. It got me thinking... Is love about finding the perfect match, or is it about becoming the best version of ourselves? I often ponder the complexities of love. We’re told from a young age that love is about finding "the one." The person who completes us, who ticks all the boxes on our ever-growing list of requirements. But what if we’ve got it all wrong? What if true love isn't about the search, but about the transformation? Think about it. W

You also leave people behind if you evolve and they haven't been able to keep up. It got me thinking.... I can't help but wonder: do we...

It's like trying to make a gourmet meal with expired ingredients. No matter how much effort you put into the cooking, the result will still be unappetizing. It got me thinking.... In the grand scheme of our mental landscape, how much of what we take in determines what we put out? I often reflect on the concept of “Garbage In, Garbage Out.” This phrase, borrowed from the tech world, asserts that the quality of output is determined by the quality of input. But how does this app

It's like building a sturdy dam to hold back the floodwaters of past pain, determined to keep vulnerability at bay, even if it means drowning in self-reliance. It got me thinking... I couldn’t help but wonder: is hyper-independence merely a cloak for unhealed wounds, a shield against vulnerability forged in the fires of trauma? I find myself contemplating the enigma of hyper-independence. It's like the elusive unicorn of relationships; a fierce declaration of self-sufficiency