Cultivating Personal Meaning

The meaning of life is deeply personal, and may be rooted in a range of sources — spirituality, family values, social roles, a bond with nature or animals, meaningful work, or cherished hobbies. Discovering what holds meaning for you — and weaving it into the fabric of daily life — can greatly strengthen resilience and nourish well-being.

For instance, if your sense of meaning arises from a connection with the natural world, you might express it by spending time outdoors, tending to green spaces, or volunteering in efforts to preserve rivers and parks. At its heart, it’s about feeling drawn — even called — to a task that resonates with who you are.

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The Quiet Battle of Becoming

Sometimes I write selfish pages. Not out of greed, nor vanity — no. I write them as if whispering to myself in the dark, so I don’t forget. Because forgetting is easy. The noise of the world is thick, sticky, clinging to the skin and numbing the senses. And in this blur of days, of duties, of silences swallowed whole, I must remind myself of what truly matters. Life isn’t a straight line, nor a grand revelation. It is a slow unravelling, a peeling away of what isn’t yours until you find what is. Never stop fighting, they say, until you arrive at your destined place. But what is destiny if not the place where you are most yourself? And how do you know when you’ve arrived? You don’t. You just keep moving, sculpting yourself with each step, shedding skins that no longer fit. There must be an aim, a north, a whisper calling you forward. Otherwise, what is effort but exhaustion? With purpose, even suffering holds meaning. The wind scatters those who walk without direction, but t...

The Beauty of Smallness

We live in an age captivated by spectacle — by the towering achievement, the public triumph, the grand legacy. Yet there is a quiet and enduring wisdom in Mother Teresa’s words: “We cannot all do great things. But we can do small things with great love.” Not all of us are called to reshape the world in sweeping strokes, and perhaps that is precisely the point. For life, in its truest form, unfolds not in declarations but in gestures — the cup of tea brought without being asked, the phone call made simply to listen, the quiet presence kept beside someone in pain. These small acts, infused with genuine love, carry a weight far greater than their size suggests. They are not dramatic, and they rarely attract applause, yet they hold the fabric of our common life together. There is a kind of sacredness in doing the unremarkable with care — an elegance, even, that resists the noise of modern ambition. To love well in the small things is to dwell in the present with intention. It i...

When Shawn Mendes Became a Lifeline

When my father fell ill in his final days, the lyrics of Shawn Mendes’ In My Blood became an unexpected refuge, helping me process the reality unfolding before me. The song’s plea — its raw, urgent cry against the weight of helplessness — resonated in a way that felt almost too personal. “Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in” — those words captured the suffocating dread that gripped me in the small hours, waiting for news, hoping for a miracle I already knew would not come. The song does not offer easy comfort; nor does it deny the pain of endurance. Instead, it acknowledges the struggle — the desperate search for strength when every instinct urges collapse. “I just wanna give up, but I can’t.” That was it, exactly. The exhaustion, the emotional erosion, the moments when hope felt like a cruel joke. And yet, beneath it all, an unspoken defiance: the fight continues, not because it is easy, but because surrender is unthinkable. The grief that followed those long hours ...

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