This one is probably different from my other writing, hehe. I am writing this for my late grandmother, Mbah. A few days ago, on October 1st 2026, I got the news from my mom and dad at 3 in the afternoon that Mbah had passed…

I was born in 2006, so I never really lived in the slow era. By the time I was old enough to understand the world, everything was already fast. Instant delivery, instant reply, instant information, instant entertainment. If I want food, it arrives in minutes….

I have noticed something small but exhausting about the way I live. Almost everything I want to do, or not do, seems to require a reason. If I want to rest, I feel like I need a good excuse for it. If I do not…

Everyone seems to have a personal brand now. A portfolio, a list of achievements, a highlight reel of wins, a story of how they made it. Open any app and you are met with people building themselves into something impressive. And somewhere in the middle…

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…