When I was younger, I had a very simple picture of what a smart person looked like. A smart person was someone who always had an answer. Ask them anything and they would respond instantly, confidently, without hesitation. To me, intelligence meant never being caught…

When I was a kid, I thought being an adult was all about freedom. Free to buy anything, free to sleep whenever I wanted, free to eat ice cream without asking permission. Turns out I was very wrong. Being an adult is actually about one…

There is a phrase I keep hearing everywhere, and honestly I am starting to dislike it. A better version of yourself. It sounds inspiring, it looks good on a poster, and people throw it around like it means something. But the more I sit with…

Saya cuma memberikan nomor telepon. Kapan nomor itu berubah menjadi semacam pintu yang membuat orang lain merasa boleh masuk kapan saja? Pertanyaan itu belakangan sering muncul di kepala saya, biasanya di saat-saat kecil. Pesan yang masuk saat saya sedang makan, telepon di malam hari, chat…

Lately I realized that almost everything I go through eventually turns into a file. Photos saved in the gallery, conversations saved in chat, all of it backed up, uploaded to the cloud, then filed into an archive. It feels like no moment can ever truly…