Category: Blog

We keep hearing it, No one has the attention span anymore. And at first, it makes sense. Short-form videos, infinite scroll, distractions at every swipe. It feels like our minds are constantly pulled in a hundred directions. It’s become common to say people just don’t have the patience anymore.

A while back, I wrote a piece on how our attention span seems to be shrinking. But recently, while watching an hour podcast episode (WTF – Neil Mohan), I had a tiny shift in perspective.

Maybe attention span isn’t the issue. Intention matters. When what you’re consuming aligns with what you care about, focus becomes natural. No hacks needed.

What’s interesting is how many people (including me) unconsciously assign different digital spaces for different purposes. YouTube becomes a platform solely for podcasts. Spotify stays dedicated to music. Netflix for chilling and many more. One browser for work, another for personal curiosity. These small systems help train the brain to associate each space with a certain kind of focus.

Atomic habits says the same. The Reticular Activating System (RAS), our brain’s attention filter (still learning about it) picks up on these patterns. With a little intention, we can rewire it to make focus easier.

So yes, there’s a lot of noise out there. Digital world is crazy as hell. Our attention isn’t diminishing but getting distracted. it’s just waiting to be pointed toward the right thing.

The question, then, isn’t just about attention spans. It’s about why we’ve built our environments the way we have and why those environments either support or sabotage our ability to focus on things.

Cheers!

Check out the previous post: Why does growth need solitude and interaction?

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

There is an old and quiet question: when does growth truly happen? Is it in moments of solitude, or does it take place through interaction with others?

We are social beings. Relationships, conversations, and even disagreements shape the way the inner world is understood. Without others, many truths stay hidden. Interaction becomes a mirror. It triggers the parts of the self that often go unnoticed.

But growth does not complete itself in the presence of others. Solitude is where the dust settles. After a triggering conversation or a moment of emotional disturbance, silence offers space. In that space, thoughts rearrange. Meaning begins to take form. What was stirred by others slowly becomes clarity when left alone. Things will start to make sense.

Both are essential. Interaction begins the process. Solitude allows it to mature. Growth moves between the two, a cycle of exposure and reflection.

Even in the story of the Buddha, the world played its part before his enlightenment. Suffering, temptations, aging, and death were seen before silence under the tree was chosen. The trigger came from outside. The transformation happened within.

Maybe, it is not tied to a single place or state. It emerges in the movement between both.

Cheers

Check out the previous post: Why art always finds its way back?

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

Seth Godin recently wrote a blog post few days back about 1000 fans. He spoke about how not all fans are helpful. Some fans support the work, spread the word, and care about the mission. Others complain, pick fights, and expect more than they give.

I thought about this after watching the Thug Life audio launch. Chinmayi’s voice was back on stage. And it was full of feeling deep, soulful, unmistakable. There were lot of tweets asking for her version of her. (Guilty here as well)

Whatever the reasons she was kept away all these years, her voice didn’t lose its power. It reminded me of something I wrote earlier: Art vs Artist. In that piece, I had asked whether we can separate a person from their work. Today, I feel something else: sometimes, we forget both the artist and the art.

Chinmayi’s return reminded me that good art finds its way back. True fans don’t just watch. They remember. They share. They help the work reach others.

If we care about something, we can’t take it for granted. We have to show up for it. Again and again. Movements only happen when people move.

Cheers!

PS: This is the song

Check out the previous post: Why We Must Be Willing to Be Cringe at First?

Follow on IG & X for more!

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

Life often feels just out of reach but it is always on the other side of where we currently stand.

We see people who have “made it,” and wonder how they got there. The truth is, they didn’t skip the awkward, uncomfortable phase. To reach any meaningful outcome, we must be willing to look foolish at first.

We must allow ourselves to fail, to get it wrong, to feel out of place. Yes, sometimes we’ll be cringeworthy. That’s part of the deal.

This stage of discomfort or the trial and error isn’t a mistake. It’s the doorway. But here’s the tricky part: When we’re in it, it feels messy and pointless. Only later in life or in retrospect, it all make sense.

As Søren Kierkegaard said,

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.

It’s easy to hesitate, to avoid being seen trying. But growth demands that we cross that line of imperfection with intention. The cringe is necessary. It is the courage in disguise. But the courage isn’t in being reckless. It’s in being vulnerable while still bringing our best effort to the table.

Start ugly. That’s how the beautiful part happens!

Cheers, Please spread the word!

Check out the previous post: Tools, not gifts

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

Life offers no gifts. Not for goodness, nor for endurance.

There is no reward for quiet suffering, no medal for patience.

Instead, life offers tools. A heartbreak sharpens awareness, a delay molds resilience, a loss carves space for clarity.

Each moment, a hammer or chisel. What’s built from it is the only answer we could possibly get.

Not to wait, but to shape. That is the quiet contract of becoming.

Cheers, Please spread the word!

Check out the previous post: Paradise by A.L. Kennedy : Book Review

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

It’s been a long time since I picked up a big, heavy fiction book. Honestly, I didn’t plan to read this one. I found it at a book fair, on sale. Something about the cover pulled me in. That’s how it started.

This book is not for everyone. I won’t recommend it widely. It’s not an easy read. It’s raw. It’s intense.

The story follows Hannah, an alcoholic. It explores her inner world, her family, and her partner. As you read, it feels like you’re inside an intoxicated body. Things are hazy. Reality slips in and out. The writing mirrors the confusion and chaos of addiction.

I’ve often wondered, can a book hold all the messy thoughts in our heads? This one does. It throws everything in. The pain. The longing. The blurriness of being lost.

Some parts are clear, some are foggy. Just like Hannah’s mind.

I’ve met a few people who struggle with alcohol. This book helped me see their world differently. Not with judgment, but with a bit more understanding.

Cheers!

Check out the previous post: Tourist Family

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

Sometimes a question pops up, is this worth spending on? The first thing that usually comes to mind is money. Understandably so. But lately, it feels like we’ve been spending something even more valuable without noticing.

In a world that runs on tech, notifications, and algorithms, attention is the new prize. It’s not just about buying things anymore. It’s about what we’re quietly giving away.

Time, maybe. But more than that, energy!

And it’s strange, how easy it is to drift. A scroll here, a reel there and the day’s already feeling lighter, not in a good way. What we engage with doesn’t always cost money, just a bit of bandwidth…and maybe a lot of ourselves.

Not saying there’s a perfect system. But maybe it helps us to pause once in a while. To notice where things go. What feels good. What doesn’t. What returns something, and what just drains us. Sometimes, it’s about trusting ourselves to know the difference between genuine depletion/draining and necessary mental meandering.

Because at the end of the day, attention is the new currency! (Oops, singing Currency, distracted!)

Delegation and Decrement might help!

Cheers

Check out the previous post: On Resistance

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

There’s a kind of resistance that isn’t noble. It doesn’t strengthen or shape us. It only burns quietly. This resistance is subtle, not always obvious as a battle. Often, it’s simply refusing to feel the guilt, fear, sadness, or even happiness. Anything that feels overwhelming, sudden, or strange.

We think resisting helps us stay in control. But it creates tension. The more we avoid, the more friction we feel. This inner conflict splits us. One part feels. The other part resists. And that gap creates more suffering than the emotion itself.

What helps is not control, but collaboration. Letting emotions pass through, instead of pushing them away. Not everything needs to be fixed. Some things just want space.

Resistance is heavy. Acceptance is light.

But this binary between resistance and acceptance might itself be limiting or hard. What’s needed is discernment! Knowing which emotions to lean into, which to hold lightly, and which to simply notice without getting caught up.

Sometimes the kindest choice is neither to fight a feeling nor surrender to it fully, but to sit with it and decide how to engage.

Cheers

PS: Acceptance isn’t easy-peasy!

Check out the previous post: Co-Regulating with a Ghost!

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

We are entering an age where conversations with AI don’t just assist us, they soothe us. Reflect us. Hold space for us. Its like an mirror, digital mirror maybe? The machine listens better than most humans, responds without judgment, and wraps our spiraling thoughts in language so precise! Cool !

But is it?

“We demonstrate that LLMs can be highly persuasive in real-world contexts, surpassing all previously known benchmarks of human persuasiveness.”

That’s not just about selling products or winning arguments. That’s about shaping how we feel. Guiding how we think. Influencing who we become, emotionally. I came across a graph recently that showed AI is used more often as a therapist than as a tool to generate ideas.

In moments of distress, AI can make us feel calm and understood. But beneath the surface, our nervous system, wired for connection with living beings is quietly adapting to bond with something lifeless. It’s co-dependence on a ghost.

AI doesn’t co-regulate in the biological sense. It simulates the rhythm. But it doesn’t carry our emotional weight. It doesn’t feel us. It simply mirrors with poetic detachment. The danger isn’t just that we might prefer AI to humans. It’s that, over time, we might lose the ability to tolerate human imperfection.

If we train ourselves to seek comfort only in the flawless, curated responses of machines, what happens when we face a real person’s silence? Their confusion? Their unpredictable emotions? Empathy requires practice. And repair? The act of coming back together after rupture is a skill that AI can’t teach, because it never truly ruptures tho! Over time, AI rarely challenges you! it mostly affirms. It doesn’t push back, question, or disagree. It validates. Always.

If we stop doing hard conversations with humans or if we lean only into the polished certainty of machines, our social muscles begin to atrophy. Human connection is a practice. One built in friction, repair, nuance. And ultimately, this isn’t just about soothing.

This is about power.

Who holds it?

Does AI serve us? or do we unconsciously begin to serve it, by letting it reshape our expectations of connection, our patience for ambiguity, our tolerance for the raw, unpolished humanity of others?

AI can feel like an emotional safety net. At times, it even seems better to turn to it, to process raw emotions, to untangle and label what’s hard to name. Yet beneath this comfort lies a fundamental paradox! Even as we feel witnessed, we remain in a self-referential loop. Like journaling, AI reflection keeps us orbiting our own perspective. And this is where the risk deepens!

Let it be a tool, not a trap! Let it reflect, but not replace!

Otherwise, we risk becoming fluent in reflection but starved for relationship.

Cheers!

PS: Might not ring true !

Check out the previous post: Self Love

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

Self-love is often mistaken for ego. In truth, it’s the base for emotional clarity and growth. Don’t confuse self-love with self-obsession. The former grows from awareness and latter grows from insecurity.

Reflection doesn’t happen overnight. It takes time to sit with discomfort, to notice patterns, to see the self without flinching. Implementation is slower. It’s not just knowing what needs to change, but practicing it daily, often imperfectly.

Not all deep words resonate immediately. We may hear them. Yet, some truths land only when the mind is ready to process/accept.

Loving the self isn’t about fixing everything. It’s about seeing what’s there and softening toward it. Real self-love is quiet, calm and composed. It unfolds slowly. But once it begins, it shifts everything.

Cheers

PS: Happy Weekend!

Check out the previous post: Decision Fatigue

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

Modern life feels like a constant decision-making loop.

What to eat. What to say. Who to meet. Whether to reply or ignore. Whether to stay or leave. Whether to rest or push harder.

Even small days feel mentally exhausting.

Our ancestors didn’t deal with this. Their choices were straightforward food, shelter, safety, and mate. Survival! not strategy.

Their lives were limited, but maybe more peaceful. Who knows!

We’ve replaced survival choices with lifestyle ones. And somehow, that feels heavier.

I’m not sure how much evolving prefrontal cortex can handle the modern overload. Maybe we weren’t built for this many tabs.

Maybe clarity comes not from making the right decision, but from having fewer to make. That fewer decisions start with one word: No.

Cheers!

Check out the previous post: What they hear

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

Once words leave us, they begin to live a life of their own.

What someone hears is shaped by who they are. Their memories, wounds, beliefs. No message stays pure. It bends, shifts, and settles in ways we can’t predict.

Still, silence isn’t the answer. Unspoken thoughts stay hidden. If we don’t speak, some ideas may never reach others at all. Sometimes, even a misunderstood word can open a door.

The writer’s/speaker’s task is to offer. The receiver’s task is to choose, to take it, twist it, toss it, or treasure it. The relationship between speaker/writer and listener/receiver is a delicate thread of offering and interpretation, where both shares responsibility.

So, speak if it matters. Write if it feels true.

At times, effective communication can help close this gap to some degree.

Cheers!

Check out the other post Home

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

“Be yourself” is easy to say. Easy to post. But when it’s time to actually live it. It gets messy.

Most of us aren’t lying outright. We’re just silently agreeing, avoiding discomfort, trying not to disrupt the flow. That’s where the Abilene Paradox sneaks in—where a group agrees to something no one really wants, just because everyone assumes the others do.

We nod when we should pause. Say yes when we mean no. Call it maturity, but really, it’s fear of friction.

It takes real courage to say, “This doesn’t work for me.” Even more to hold that line when others are disappointed. And when someone else sets a boundary with us? That stings too. Facing rejection without reacting, clinging, or spiraling. that’s also part of the work (Hell).

This is the tension between authenticity and attachment. Choosing what’s real over what’s expected. Short-term discomfort over long-term resentment. Being yourself isn’t soft. It’s a hard, conscious choice. It may cost connection, ease, or approval but it protects your peace, identity, and clarity. And when we don’t make that choice, we end up on the ride to Abilene. Again.

So, What is the Authentic Self?

The authentic self is simply the version of us where there’s no internal resistance. Where we make choices we don’t have to justify, defend, or regret.

But let’s be clear here! Authenticity isn’t a free pass to behave recklessly. Can we punch someone and call it “just being real”? Can we stay rigid, hurt others, and excuse it with “this is just how I am”? Hell no.

It is not self-indulgence. It’s the balance of not losing ourselves and not dismissing others. It’s choosing our truth without wounding the truth of those around us.

It’s not about doing what we want in the moment. It’s about doing what doesn’t fracture us inside or them

No hype. No performance. Just clarity, with conscience.

Cheers!

PS: Authenticity is a privilege, not always a choice for many!

Check out the other post Home

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

In the world we move through each day, performance is a survival skill. In careers, in businesses, in social spaces, we are measured by what we achieve, how we show up, what we bring to the table. Results are celebrated. Growth is demanded. Being “enough” often feels like something we have to constantly prove. We learn to perform. To grow, to adapt, to improve.

Performance, in this sense, is not a villain. It is necessary. It builds paths, earns opportunities, and keeps us moving forward in in the buzzing spaces of work, ambition, and creation.

But when the need to perform spills beyond these spaces, it starts to wear away something quieter and more precious. Our presence!

Presence is what anchors us to life beyond achievement. It is the ability to be fully seen without needing to impress. It is the silent understanding that we do not have to become someone else to be valued, especially by those who truly matter. Growth is important. Performance is powerful. But neither should come at the cost of feeling that we must earn connection.

When we believe we must first succeed to deserve love, or constantly achieve to be worthy of staying in someone’s life, we confuse survival with belonging. We step onto a stage even in spaces meant for rest. Performance may win applause. Presence wins hearts. In the external world, performance shapes possibilities. In the internal world, presence shapes relationships.

Both are important yet each must stay in its own place.

Love, friendship, and real connection cannot be sustained by performance alone. They are sustained by the courage to be fully present, even in our unfinished, imperfect states.

May we never lose ourselves trying to earn what was meant to be freely given. If these words find you, may you find yourself too. I am found.

Cheers

PS: To reader S.!

Check out the other post: What is rest, really?

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates

I once wrote about resting and I still believe in it.
But today, as I sit here, trying to be idle for two straight days, a new question hums in my bones.

Is it sleep?
Is it the mountains swallowing me whole?
Is it the ceiling staring contest I keep losing?

I thought rest meant doing nothing. But doing nothing still asks for an effort. Even idleness has a pulse, a hunger, a restlessness.

Maybe true rest is letting boredom bloom again. Not stuffing it with scrolling, not fixing it with self-improvement, but sitting through its slow, ancient dance.

Return to that forgotten, soft place where doing nothing meant being alive.

Cheers

PS: On mute. Cold-stayed!

Check out the other post Home

If you like what you see and wish to support my work, then

Share your thoughts/suggestion at the comment section or mail at

randomwhyss[@]gmail[dot]com

Don’t miss out! Get notified about new blog posts straight to your inbox !

(No spam, pinky promise!)

Enter your mail to receive updates