Five days after 15th July
She remembered a promise to her 21-year-old self: if she made it to 26, she must sit down, take a deep breath, and catch up with life. And here she is, doing exactly that. Catching up. The other night, I was tidying up the top shelf of my room when I stumbled upon stacks of old journals. Pages filled with scribbles, heartbreaks, dreams, and dramatics. I didn’t realize it's been a decade since I started journaling. Ten years of putting thoughts into ink-pages full of emotions, dreams, little daily rants, and fragments of growing up. I used to be so intense (and honestly, very emo 😆). Now, I find myself more present. More chill. Maybe even ikhlas. I live slower now. In a good way. Three years post-lockdown, three years of wandering around Indonesia. I met so many people—strangers who became friends, coworkers who turned family, and some who were just passing by but still left something behind. It made me realize that humans, deep down, are more similar than different. And in the mi...