A lot of children grow up believing that they must become something  when they grow up. A doctor. A pilot. A filmmaker. An athlete. A chef. And almost always, the “something” they must become is a profession . We encourage children to dream, yes, but so often the dream we hand to them is a narrow, pre-defined one. Become successful in this. Become great in that.  As though what children should become when they grow up  is a fixed, predetermined answer. This morning, at 5:30 a

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Is English my first language? Not exactly — but it’s the one I think in, the one I feel closest to. This blog is a reflection on my relationship with English, the physicality of speech, and the slow, steady practice of finding fluency as a non-native speaker. It’s about the urge to mean every word — and how, with repetition and presence, speech begins to feel alive.

The ideal was never real. But you—right now—are. Drop the struggle, observe what is, and step into the infinite space of now.

In the simplicity of daily routines and the vastness of human interaction, we discover profound inner universes.