Simply Positive Thoughts

There’s a girl who moves through life the way most people scroll Instagram — not because everything is perfect, but because she’s too tired to react to every dramatic post. Chaos doesn’t chase her. Chaos lives in her house, probably paying rent in emotional confusion. Family drama pops up like those auto-playing ads nobody asked for. And her worries? They’re loyal. Always there. Never miss a day. She doesn’t get emotional support from people. She gets “You’ll be fine na, you always are.” Which is basically the emotional equivalent of handing someone a biscuit when their world is on fire. And yet… she remains calm. Not Buddha-on-a-mountain calm. More like “I’ve seen worse; please don’t waste my time” calm. Her Life Is a Messy Poem — She Just Reads It Better Her days are not peaceful. They’re more like a running commentary of “Really? This now? Okay… sure.” But she doesn’t break. She doesn’t scream into the void (even though she occasionally drafts the scream in her head). She’s learnt s...

  Picture this :  You're standing in line at the grocery store, holding a half-smashed loaf of bread and a packet of instant noodles because adulthood is exhausting and preparing a meal is a scam. You’re wearing yesterday’s confidence and a T-shirt that has seen better days. Life feels like one of those slow-mo montages where nothing exciting ever happens — and then BAM. Love walks in. Possibly holding sugar-free dark chocolate and a bucket of Whey Protein. Let’s face it — nobody ever plans for true love. It’s not like you wake up and say, “ Today, I will meet the person who’ll make my soul do cartwheels while my brain screams, ‘What is happening?! ’” No, love is that plot twist the universe throws in when you least expect it — like finding a snickers bar at the bottom of the bag when you're super hungry. Tasty. Healthy. Destined. We spend so much time trying to swipe, search, strategize, and stalk horoscopes, thinking love is a logical outcome of effort. But here’s the cosmic...

  Falkland’s Law and the Art of Not Losing Your Mind (Especially When You’re Already Halfway There) “When it is NOT NECESSARY to make a decision, it is NECESSARY NOT to make a decision.” — Falkland’s Law Also known as : “ Sit down, sis. Don’t start a war just because your brain got bored. ” Meet Falkland’s Law: The Queen of Mental Peace Let’s look at it from a dramatic perspective: Scene : You’ve had a rough day (or month… or zodiac cycle), and suddenly your mind declares a State of Emergency: “ We need answers! What did he mean by ‘take care ’? Should I send that closure text? Should I cut my bangs? Should I call my therapist and ask for a session???” Enter : Falkland’s Law. It politely hands you a chamomile tea and says: “ Darling. If it’s not necessary to make a decision… then it’s necessary to NOT make one .” Also known as : Just because your feelings are screaming doesn’t mean you need to reply with a 700-word text, a permanent life change, or a new haircut. Emotional Dist...

Almost Everything Will Work Again If You Unplug It for a Few Minutes—Including You! Ever had one of those days where your brain feels like an internet browser with 37 tabs open, 3 of them frozen, and that annoying background music playing from who-knows-where? Yeah, me too. Technology has taught us a valuable life lesson: when things stop working, the first step is always to unplug and reboot. Wi-Fi down? Router reset. Laptop glitching? Power cycle. TV acting up? Unplug and wait. And yet, somehow, we humans forget that the same golden rule applies to us! Think about it: When was the last time you gave yourself a proper reboot? And no, scrolling through cute animal videos at 2 AM doesn’t count (though I must admit, they do provide temporary system relief). I’m talking about a real, genuine unplugging—stepping away, taking a breath, and allowing yourself to reset. We live in a world where productivity is king's service with hustle culture practically demanding that we function like m...

Let’s get one thing out of the way first: yes, overwork is exhausting. Yes, it makes your brain feel like mashed potatoes left out in the sun. And yes, it turns your once energetic “ Let’s DO this !” into a barely audible “ Lemme just nap under this desk real quick .” But you know what? Overwork, for all its teeth-gritting drama, comes with a weird badge of honor. Society claps for it. Your inbox respects it. Even your smartwatch is like, “ You’re crushing it, queen .” But the lows? Oh no. No standing ovation there. Just tumbleweeds, existential dread, and three-day-old hair buns. Let’s talk about those lows—the moments when you’ve finished sprinting the productivity marathon and you’re just... floating. Rather sinking. Or standing in the shower staring at the wall for 27 minutes wondering if you’ve ever actually been good at anything or whether your plant is silently judging you. Overwork is a speed bump. The lows are potholes filled with emotional quicksand. Overworking is kind of li...

We often picture healing as this serene, candle-lit process — you know, with ambient playlists, herbal tea, and maybe a tear-streaked journal entry or two. But sometimes, healing looks a lot more like... belly laughter, sharp one-liners, and conversations that veer wildly from college time shenanigans to absurdity — with zero warning and maximum impact. It’s funny how the universe sends people who speak exactly the dialect your soul understands — fluent in wit, healthy sarcasm, and an almost mystical ability to make you feel seen , even when the topic of discussion is your questionable taste in fictional characters (" You like Phoebe ?!"). The truth is, we talk a lot about trauma and healing, but rarely about how much of it actually begins in safe, joyful spaces. Spaces where you're not being fixed or analyzed — just heard. Where the heavy things are gently acknowledged, then cleverly disarmed with humor and heart. Where “How was your day?” can unexpectedly turn into an e...

  There comes a moment in every adult-ish person's life where you're sitting in bed, wearing your ancient college t-shirt that somehow survived 12 monsoons and 56 laundry cycles, staring blankly at a text from a friend asking, “Wanna hang out?” And you reply with a swift, confident: “Nope. I have plans with my weighted blanket and crippling existential dread.” And that, dear reader, is the moment you ask yourself: "Wait... did I just give up? Or did I grow up?" Let’s rewind. Once upon a time, in the era of no back pain and questionable fashion choices (low-rise capri, I’m looking at you), we said YES to everything. • Road trip while the college attendance is below 30%? Sure. • Maggi made in an iron box in the hostel? Obviously. • Dating someone whose idea of communication is reacting to your Instagram story with fire emojis? Unfortunately, yes. But somewhere between then and now, we started craving things like sleep, peace, and crockery that matches. Did w...

Some mornings you wake up ready to conquer the world. Other mornings, you congratulate yourself for remembering pants. Both mornings are valid. Life isn't a straight path lined with glitter and inspirational background music. It's potholes, U-turns, and GPS re-routing... a lot. Sometimes you’ll look around at your life — the messy living room, the half-written dreams, the unanswered texts — and think: " Wow. I am one bad haircut away from total collapse ." Good news: That feeling? 100% normal . Bad news: You’ll probably feel it again next Tuesday. (Even if you miraculously avoid the bad haircut.) But here’s the truth we forget: Messy doesn’t mean broken. Messy means you’re moving.  Babies fall approximately 500 times before they figure out walking. Do you know what people say when they fall? "Aww, look at them go!" No one says, "Geez, what a failure. Get a job already, kid." Why are you any different? ✨ If you’re trying, you’re winning. ✨ If you’re...

  (Eventually...Probably While You're Eating Chips in Pajamas) Let me paint you a picture: You’re sitting on the floor surrounded by crumpled tissues, empty coffee cups, and that weird existential dread that hits at 2 AM on a Wednesday. Your phone just autocorrected your motivational message to “You’re hot disappointment,” from "You're not disappointment", your dog is judging you, and nothing—nothing—is going according to plan. Welcome to the glorious chaos of now. If this moment were a movie scene, it would be in slow motion, with dramatic music, and possibly a squirrel running across the background for no reason. You feel broken, like a piñata after a toddler birthday party. But listen up, my beautifully disheveled friend: this isn’t the end of your story—this is just the dramatic montage before the triumph. The Plot Twist You Didn’t Ask For You know what they say (or at least what I say when I’ve had too much chai): life doesn’t always go according to plan because,...

Ah, ambition. That little voice in your head whispering, “Go get ‘em, champ!” while simultaneously making you question if sleep is actually necessary. It’s great to dream big, push boundaries, and aim for the stars—but not if you forget to check in with your fellow earthlings along the way (a.k.a. your loved ones). The Ambition Trap So, you’ve set your sights on conquering the world? Amazing! But if you’re too busy planning your empire to remember your mom’s birthday or respond to your friend’s text from three weeks ago, we have a small problem. Ambition should elevate your life, not consume it entirely. Remember, even superheroes take breaks (looking at you, Batman—Alfred deserves more credit). Why Family Time Matters Picture this: You’ve crushed your goals, climbed the mountain of success, and reached the pinnacle of your career—only to turn around and realize no one is there cheering for you because you forgot to nurture your relationships. Yikes. Your family and friends are your bu...

Ever had one of those days where you say something embarrassing, trip over absolutely nothing, or send a text to the wrong person, and suddenly, you wish you were made of Teflon so nothing could stick? Or maybe someone threw a little negativity your way, and instead of brushing it off, you overanalyzed it for the next 48 hours like it was a PhD dissertation? Well, my friend, the solution to all of life’s nonsense is thickness. Not in the physical sense (although having a little extra padding does help when you accidentally walk into furniture), but in the mental and emotional sense. So, let’s answer life’s most important question: How thick should you be to be unscathed? Step 1: The Thickness Scale 🏋️‍♂️ Thickness comes in levels. Some people are as delicate as a tissue in a thunderstorm, while others are built like a brick wall that even the worst gossip can’t crack. 🔹 Level 1: The Tissue Paper Warrior – Overthinks a typo in an email for three days. Takes criticism as a personal att...

Ah, perfection. That ever-elusive unicorn we all seem to be chasing, armed with to-do lists, color-coded planners, and an unwavering belief that someday—SOMEDAY—we will get our lives together. But here’s a little plot twist: perfection is a myth, like calorie-free cake or an email that starts with "per my last email" and ends with kindness. The truth? Progress is where the magic happens. One Small Step for You, One Giant Leap for Your Sanity Making any choice, no matter how small, sets the wheels in motion. Deciding to drink one more glass of water? Progress. Writing one awkward sentence in that novel you’ve been meaning to start? Progress. Choosing not to binge-watch an entire season of a show in one sitting (even if you only cut back by one episode)? PROGRESS. Tiny steps have a way of snowballing into bigger victories. You don’t need to have everything figured out. Just do the next right thing—whatever that looks like for you. The Art of Stumbling Forward Momentum isn’t abo...

My last post on Gratitude made me realize something: we all love giving compliments, but let’s be honest—receiving them? Instant awkwardness. You get a compliment and suddenly forget how to stand like a normal human. Should you nod? Smile? Stare at the floor like you just remembered an embarrassing moment from third grade? If you’ve ever found yourself in the middle of the dreaded "oh, it was nothing" shuffle, this post is for you. Let’s talk about why both giving and receiving gratitude are equally important (and why you should just say “thank you” instead of short-circuiting like a robot that just got wet). Why Receiving Gratitude Matters When someone thanks you, they mean it (unless it’s a sarcastic “thanks” from your sibling after you stole the last slice of pizza—then, well, you’re on your own). Accepting gratitude gracefully allows you to own your worth. It’s like getting a gold star in life—except this time, it’s not from a teacher bribing you to sit still. Next time s...

Gratitude is more than just saying "thank you"—it’s a Jedi mind trick for happiness. Think of it as a boomerang: throw a little appreciation out into the world, and it’ll come back to you (hopefully not hitting you in the face). When we make gratitude a habit, we start to see the silver linings instead of just the storm clouds. The Science Behind Gratitude Apparently, scientists (who have probably never met my grumpy neighbor) say that gratitude improves mental health, reduces stress, and even makes your immune system stronger. So basically, saying “thanks” might just help you live longer. Who knew? How Gratitude Affects Relationships Ever noticed how saying “I appreciate you” gets a better reaction than “Why didn’t you take out the trash?” Gratitude strengthens relationships—whether it’s with your partner, your boss, or the barista who remembers your coffee order (a true hero). Simple Ways to Cultivate Gratitude Daily Gratitude Journal – Jot down three things you’re grateful...