Reading Paths

Not-My-Finest-Moment Series

These thoughts—many of them—are rough drafts. They arrive quickly, shaped by past interactions that weren’t always ideal. I’ve reacted instinctively, pulled by the gravity of personal experience. And really, who hasn’t? But somewhere in the quiet aftermath, I’ve noticed a shift—a wish to respond with more grace, less defense. I want to meet discomfort not with resistance, but with curiosity. To improve, not to stew in what felt unfair. It’s a slow rewrite, but I’m learning to welcome the edit.

• There is only one reason for hitting my own son

• I should have seized opportunity to speak well of my father

• My mother teaches me a great deal

• My fishes' death and my realisation

• If AI solved my weakness in language, how should I limit screen time for my kids?

The Adventure Series

I set out to travel—to see, to feel, to be present. But my mind, ever restless, insists on tagging along. Thoughts arrive uninvited, weaving themselves into the scenery. Some offer quiet wisdom, gentle reminders that linger like footprints in sand. Others twist and turn, spiraling into silence before I can grasp their meaning. They occupy space in the journey, not always welcome, yet undeniably mine.

• We went hiking and got stung by wasp; I realised I was a hypocrite.

• We asked for an picnic adventure and our car got stuck; We had an amazing adventure.

Books for thought

These are some of my favourites. They’ve nudged open doors I didn’t know were there, leading me into worlds far beyond my own. I’ve felt the thrill of adventure, the ache of truth, and the quiet joy of discovery. If any of these stories find a place in your heart, then maybe we’ve journeyed together, even just a little.

• Yellowface

• The Choice

• The Anxious Generation

• Four Thousand Weeks

• The Coming Wave