The joy of freedom soars in your heart.

“I think we have a lot of self-limiting beliefs. And the self-limiting beliefs, a lot of these come from inside us. Basically, I can’t do this. I can’t do that. This is just the way I am.

One of the most common problems is, this is just the way I am as if we have some “real” fixed identity that lives throughout time. And I have to really work on people to change that. Even smart people say things like this, “I can’t listen. I can’t listen. I’ve never been able to listen.” I’ll look in their ears. “Why not? You got something stuck in there? Why can’t you listen? Do you have an incurable genetic defect that is prohibiting you from listening?”

As long as we tell ourselves, “That’s the way I am.” Two things happen, both bad. One, we inhibit the odds of ever getting better. Two, even if we do change our behavior we don’t seem authentic to ourselves. We feel like a phony because if the real me can’t listen and you say, “I’m a good listener. You know what I’m thinking?” Well, that’s not the real me. I’m just pretending to be a good listener because the real me is no good at that.”

- Marshall Goldsmith

black bird flying on the sky
black bird flying on the sky


👋 Hey there, fellow wanderer! Abinash here, your friendly neighborhood knowledge bee. 🐝

I’ve got more hats than a magician at a hat store—analyst, poet, and part-time food connoisseur (don’t ask). But let’s be real: titles are like those tiny shampoo bottles in hotels—cute, but not enough to wash away the mysteries of the universe.

So, picture this: I’m buzzing around the internet, sipping on the sweet nectar of wisdom. One moment, I’m deciphering quantum physics; the next, I’m binge-watching cat videos. 🌌🐾

And you? What’s your flavor of curiosity? Are you a stargazer, a meme archaeologist, or just here to judge?

Either way Let’s swap stories—I promise mine involve fewer bees and more existential crises. 

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“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

― Jamie Anderson

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