It's not every day that I ponder a question that seems to hold the key to preventing much of our regrets, suffering, and anxious thoughts. Why is it that, as time passes, I start to take for granted things that once felt like treasures, things I believed I could never lose? Naturally, the human mind is a master storyteller, often drifting our awareness and groundedness away from the present moment. Even though everything is impermanent and it may seem futile to wonder about such things, the realization of taking things for granted unfolds in two unique ways, each manifesting differently in our lives: 1. I realize I took things for granted only after I have lost them. 2. I intentionally let go of something carelessly, and only then do I understand that I had taken it for granted. I find taking care of plants the best habit to face the challenge of not taking things for granted, no matter how significant that thing can be. If you stop putting work, entropy builds up faster The nature...

 If you read my previous post on realizing and accepting that we are in a phase of suffering, then the obvious intention would be to get out of that suffering.  But like I mentioned in that post, there is some work to be done. In my personal experience, the first challenge that I have felt is - Just talking to myself I had a conversation with my sister and she said she was surprised that I found it only now that I could do this anytime I want. Thus one of the most important realizations that I got recently was  Don't be shy and embarrassed to sit with yourself and talk to yourself. No one can be truthful to you as much as you can be truthful to yourself. But what does this mean? How do I sit with myself? And what do I talk to myself? And if you are like me you would face another challenge, "Why does just spending time with myself feels so hard and awkward ?" Through some studies and spiritual talks, I found that loneliness and lack of knowledge of self-love is the primary...

 There would have been moments in our lives when we feel absolutely crushed. Moments where we feel "How can I just escape from all this discomfort ?", "Why is this happening to me ?".  If you are human, mostly you would have felt such discomfort. If not, then you are a bot reading this or would face them for sure in this human life very often.  I have felt this moment. And it feels like that is most lowest point of one's life. It would feel like I cannot sunk more deeper in loss. I cannot sunk more at the failure of whatever I am experiencing.  In mathematics, we call this point - a point of minima . Life is a curve or a function with many ups and downs. And feeling this way means, we have hit a local minimum.  As long as we are alive we can never achieve global minima, because, I guess that would mean simply death and the fun fact is there always exists a global minimum for sure.  And the beauty of local minima is that the mere existence of minima would me...