MY WORDS

 

Hi,  I am a quiet observer, a fierce dreamer, and most of all, a witness trying to make sense of a noisy world. I try to live in the present, to truly be here—in this moment. It’s where life is actually happening. But the past still holds a part of me. My memories aren’t just old stories; they are fuel, reminders of what really matters. I often revisit those times—not out of regret, but because they carry a kind of depth that the present sometimes lacks. I don’t dwell on the future. I don’t wait for tomorrow to bring meaning. Everything I need, I try to find in the now. Still, I often find myself wandering into yesterday, collecting those small, meaningful moments that shaped who I am.

When I write, I reveal a part of myself that I rarely speak about. My thoughts often drift toward quieter places—places untouched by the rush of modern life. I imagine being surrounded by trees, or sitting by the sea, where the world slows down. Somewhere far from the constant noise and distractions. In nature, I feel something real. There’s healing in fresh air, in open skies, in the gentle sounds of water and birds. It’s a simple kind of beauty, but it brings a sense of peace I can’t find in everyday life.

I often feel disconnected from the world I’m expected to live in. This society, with its obsession over status, appearance, and material success, feels shallow to me. People chase after things that don’t last, hoping to find happiness in possessions or praise. But that kind of happiness fades quickly. It leaves people constantly reaching, never feeling full. I look around and see people measuring their worth by numbers—money in a bank account, likes on a photo, square footage of a house. And I wonder: Is this really all we’ve become?

There’s something deeply unsettling about a world where meaning is replaced with marketing, where silence is drowned out by constant updates, and where peace is traded for productivity. I feel like I’m being pushed through a system that doesn’t value what I truly care about. And even though I resist it internally, I’m still part of it. I have responsibilities, connections, and expectations that keep me tied to it. I’m not free to leave it all behind—not completely. And that creates a tension inside me: a quiet conflict between the life I want and the life I’m living.

Sometimes it makes me angry. Other times, just tired. I don’t want to pretend that everything’s fine when it isn’t. I don’t want to chase things that leave me feeling more empty than full. I want something real, something grounded. I want space to breathe, to think, to simply be—without needing to prove anything to anyone.

I believe peace of mind is the greatest kind of wealth. Not luxury. Not comfort bought with money. But a deep sense of calm, clarity, and purpose. It doesn’t come from things—it comes from within. And I think many people have forgotten that. They’re so caught up in what they’re supposed to want that they never stop to ask what they actually need.

I keep trying to speak this truth, even if it feels like no one’s really listening. I talk about slowing down, about choosing simplicity over excess, presence over performance. But in a world that moves faster every day, those words feel like a whisper. Still, I keep saying them—because I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.

What I long for isn’t an escape from life, but a return to something more natural, more human. A life where moments matter more than milestones, where being kind is more important than being impressive. A life where we remember that we are part of nature—not above it. Where success is defined by peace, not possessions.

I know I can’t leave everything behind. I know I have to live in this world, at least in some way. But I can choose how deeply I let it into me. I can hold onto what matters. I can create small spaces of freedom, even within the noise. I can remember who I am, even when the world forgets what really matters.

So I keep writing. I keep dreaming. I keep grounding myself in the memories that made me, and the moments that keep me alive. I find beauty in the details—in the quiet, the natural, the real. And I keep reaching for a life that feels like truth, even when everything around me feels like distraction.

That, to me, is what living means.

                                                                                      Jayan M K