Health is wealth

 Trust is reliability and truth. When someone asks whether you can be trusted, they tend to question your reliability, which is also an ability to believe in what you intend to do. Trusting in oneself is often costly, but it often brings peace, joy, and a sense of purpose that leads to positive change. Being reliable in yourself mean compounding the physical, emotional and even spiritual effort in making sure the end result is tangible.  Life is somehow tough, and the best thing to do is to keep trying until what you hope and work for bears the expected fruits. When you feel low and unable to do your do, the best thing to do is to pray and believe that things will turn around someday. The fate intended for each one of us is different, and that's why some get ahead while others wait for their turn to come. Overexpectation is quite disappointing, especially when you lack self-trust. You fail to believe in yourself and also fail to put measures needed for a push towards ...

Life is sweet when things go in the right direction. We tend to pray for good things and hope they unfold as expected. Throughout my life, I have experienced both rough and smooth moments, all of which were meant to build, strengthen, and shape me. Endurance has become a routine, and losing hope is never an option on this journey. No matter how many times I fall, I always get up and try again, even if it means doing so alone. 'Last man standing' has been my encouraging motto, and I continue to climb another step of the ladder. Among the blessings I've received, my children are the most precious. They constantly remind me that anything is possible—keep going. Their voices are sweet and, as scientists suggest, stronger than any covalent bond. The love between us is so strong and radiant; it reminds me that there is no gift more precious. They make me believe that everything is possible under the sun, as long as one puts in the effort to do the right things. Imagine having a l...

Do you ever feel so nostalgic that you wish you could return to the past and relive the beautiful childhood memories? Life in the village was incredibly sweet and pure. I often find myself in this situation and miss my younger self. I miss the good old days when we were young and grew up without hatred, greed, or selfishness. Those were wonderful times when we truly appreciated everything our parents, siblings, and extended family did for us. I'm referring to when our parents were both loving and strict, molding us with patience, much like a gardener tending to flowers, smiling at every bit of progress their efforts yielded. Yes, my parents were strict, and no wrongdoing went unpunished. The punishments were harsh and painful, but that very pain forged the strength in me to overcome any obstacle. My mother was formidable; she would beat me naked and then make me bathe in cold water before denying me food. But that was then. The trick was waiting until everyone fell asleep, then sne...