The Wisdom Table

Last I remember, I had to read to really know something.   I mean really read. Harddd. I went to a competitive secondary school.   The kind of place that humbles you fast.   You could walk in thinking you were the “book smart” one... and 2 weeks later, someone would prove you wrong. That environment built me.   It taught me that knowledge doesn’t just fall on you. You go for it. By the time I got to university, something had shifted.   I still had to read to pass. That part never changed.   But I noticed I was assimilating faster.   Concepts that took others 3 hours, I’d get in 1.   I even surprised myself. But here’s the catch I refused to ignore:   It only worked because I read it. Back then, reading was fun.   It was discovery. It was power. Till it slowly became a task. Till “I’ll read later” became a habit. Till I started scrolling more than I was studying. And then I felt it. The du...

I always joke that I'm enthused about life. Sincerely enthused. But if I'm honest, life doesn't stay in one mood. It moves in phases. And I've come to notice that every phase has a shape. There's the phase where everything looks rosy. The phase where you're working so hard and still not seeing results. The phase where your friends are close and life feels full. The phase where money is stable, and the phase right after it, where somehow even "enough" doesn't feel like enough anymore. There's the phase where you wake up to the realization that there's more out there for you. And then there's the phase where life just becomes work  plain, relentless work. This post is about one of those phases. The one where I almost did the two things I've always told myself never to do: give up, and put myself down. I had just moved to a new city. If you have followed my story before, you already know moving is never simple for me. Not because it...