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The Happiness Paradox: You Can't Make Yourself Happy by Making Others Miserable
There is a thought that has followed me through football seasons, broken relationships, grief, and even justice itself: You cannot make yourself happy by making others miserable. Life, of course, is not that simple. We hurt people unintentionally all the time. Relationships end. Dreams collide. Sometimes our healing is another personās heartbreak. Pain, unfortunately, is part of being human.ā¦
Nothing Special
I am at a place in my life where I want to be seen, but I donāt want to be perceived. I want to express myself, but I donāt want to be figured out I want to be understood but stay a mystery I am at a place where I feel so lost, and I have surrendered to the darkness. I have accepted that when they say life is imperfect, they mean me too. I am at a place where I believe in love, but questionā¦
Soulmates
Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not? Yes I do believe in soulmates. A couple, not one. For example I feel like my family are my soulmates. Each of them fills a different part of my puzzle. They answer questions of my existence, how I am, who Iām meant to be. My friends, because they fill a void. I believe my friends are people I share a universal language with. They get me, I get them,ā¦
Never Mine to Keep
He was an apology for the patriarchy. A balm for a bleeding heart. Glue for the falling apart. A string to sanity. A reason to break rules. Reason to be good. And bad, very bad. Spirit high, legs higher, shoulders occupied, souls full. Ooh, how I am going to miss him. Because for the first time in a long time, I did not feel like a woman surviving herself. I felt held. Softened. Seen beyond myā¦
How I Became a Control Freak
People love to imagine that control freaks are made in one dramatic moment,a childhood trauma, a betrayal that turned the world upside down, a single event that rewired the brain.Itās never that clean. I wish I could tell you it happened in one moment.Honestly, it didnāt.It was gradual.A slow drip.A quiet accumulation of life doing what life does best: refusing to obey. Iām barely a controlā¦
Amicably
I hate relationships that end amicably.What do I do with the pain then?How do I grieve losing youwhen there is no villain to blame,no slammed doors,no smashed plates,no bitterness to coat the heartbreak? How do I leave youwhen I still love you?When every version of us is still gentle,still soft,still tender in my memory? If there had been spite,I would have packed faster.If there had beenā¦
Selfish People Are to be Trusted
I hope the title rage-baited you enough to bring you here, believing this was some deranged opinion from someone who hates humanity.Hi guys.Iām a recovering selfish person.Recovering is relative, so letās just say Iām a lastborn. A typical one. The kind that grows up knowing the world rearranges itself for them before they even ask. So when I say selfish people are to be trusted, I donāt meanā¦
I Am Intense
I am intenseSometimes I wonder whether I am too intensetoo deep youād drown,too high youād lose your mind.Too soft, Iād break;too fiery, Iād never extinguish my own fire. One of my biggest fears is the ordinariness of lifeits bleakness, its emptiness, its quiet cruelty.I am so scared of feeling nothingI romanticize everything:I find grandness in absence,find solace in solitude,spice logic withā¦
I Am Always On a Quest
I am always on a quest.Not the heroic kind with a clear map and a finish line. Mine is moreā¦ episodic. Seasonal. Hormonal. First it was her.Then him.Then the job that pays, because love is cute but rent is louder.Then my brand, which currently feels like a child that eats more than it contributes.Then upskilling, because apparently rest is illegal and we must always be becoming. Then thereāsā¦
When Two Things are Close to Each Other, We are Forced to Compare Them
When two things exist close enough in value, in visibility, in potential, comparison becomes almost inevitable. Not because anyone asks for it, but because the human mind is restless and hungry for hierarchy. It wants to know which is better, which is winning, which deserves more admiration. This is why no one seriously compares an iPhone to a Tecno or an Oppo in everyday conversation. Notā¦
Love In Spite Of
But it is no longer the kind that needs to be returned.It is no longer hungry. No longer waiting.It doesnāt knock. It doesnāt beg. It doesnāt hope.It just is, quiet, tired, maybe even resentful, but present.A remnant. A relic. A ruin of something that once held everything. You can love someone even after theyāve hurt you.Not in the way you once didāwith your whole chest, wide-eyed andā¦
Your Spouse is Your Backup Plan
Itās strange how the word backup has come to mean āless than.āA backup plan is what we turn to when the first option fails. When life disappoints. When dreams donāt pan out.But maybe thatās not the only definition. Maybe being someoneās backup isnāt about being second.Maybe itās about being the one who shows up when it really matters. Thereās a depth of love that rarely makes it to the movies.ā¦
Can Women Have Sex Like Men?
āIn the first episode of Sex and the City, Carrie asks: Can women have sex like men? Twenty-five years later, Iām asking: why did we ever want to?ā Back in the dayāokay, 2022āI was obsessed with Sex and the City. Four powerful women living their best lives, unapologetically messy, successful, and lost in the magic (and madness) of New York City. As a Kenyan woman, I watched from afar, wonderingā¦
Love Does Not Always Make Things Right
Thereās a myth weāve been sold.That love is enough.That love will come in like a flood and wash away betrayal, break patterns, heal wounds, and rewrite what has been deeply wired in our bodies ā the unkindness, the abandonment, the grief, the silence. Weāve been told, āBut I love you,ā as if that should undo the hurt.As if saying I love you is the balm, the answer, the redemption.But sometimes,ā¦
Men Want to Feel Needed; Women Are Overwhelmed by How Much They Are Needed
Thereās a paradox no one warned us about.That the very thing men craveāto be neededāis the very thing overwhelming womenāhow much they are needed. The longing and the exhaustion are both loud. Just on different frequencies. Men want to be depended on. They want to feel like providers, protectors, the āgo-to guy.ā They want to fix things, offer solutions, be the one you call when shit hits theā¦
A Little Bit Hurt, A Lot More Free
I didnāt make it through this year untouched.If Iām being honest, I didnāt even make it through unscarred. This was the year of peeling.Of watching parts of me I had once protected like sacred ground fall off without my consent.This was the year of unfoldingāawkwardly, painfully, beautifully.A year where healing didnāt look like sunrise yoga and morning affirmations.It looked like silence.Itā¦
The Power in Complete Surrender of Control
Thereās a kind of strength that doesnāt look like what weāre used to.Itās not loud. Itās not armored. It doesnāt demand attention.Itās quiet. Steady. Soft even.And yet, it holds the weight of something most of us spend our lives running from: surrender. We live in a world that glorifies control,Control your outcomes.Control your emotions.Control your partner, your body, your future, your brand,ā¦