I still remember the day I stumbled upon an article touting the benefits of a gratitude journal as a magical cure-all for mental health. The idea that simply writing down […]

I still remember the smell of gasoline and grease from my old motorcycle, the one I restored from scratch after a near-fatal crash. It was a symbol of my own […]

I still remember the day my motorcycle broke down on a deserted highway, leaving me to face the harsh reality of my own _self-doubt_. It was a moment that taught […]

I still remember the day my father’s factory closed down, leaving our small industrial town in shambles. It was a brutal lesson in how to adapt to change, one that […]

I still remember the day my father’s factory closed down, leaving our small industrial town in shambles. It was a brutal lesson in how to adapt to change, one that […]

I still remember the smell of freshly developed film, the sound of my father’s old camera shutter clicking away as he tried to capture the beauty in our rundown industrial […]

I still remember the day I realized that being more assertive wasn’t about putting on a mask or pretending to be someone I’m not – it was about embracing my […]

I still remember the smell of grease and gasoline in my father’s old motorcycle shop, where I spent most of my teenage years learning to restore bikes and face my […]

I still remember the first time I stumbled upon the concept of what is ikigai. It was in a dusty old bookstore, where I found a tattered Japanese philosophy book […]

I still remember the day my camera felt like a burden, not a tool. I was stuck, unable to capture the beauty in the world around me. It was as […]