A Step into the Hidden Stairways // Crossroads. There are three kinds of law. One is written in books. Another carried on the roads. The third is written in thunder. The first lives in codes, courts, and compromise. It keeps the streets clean, And the hands tied. The second lives in […]
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Cuts I carry. Not as wounds. But witnesses. It was a rainy morning.Like an old warning we’d learned to live with. There are cuts you cannot see,Only feel under your skin. They wind through your veins like secret stairwaysSpiraling toward a promise—half remembered, half prayed— All that glitters in the hush between the mind and
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A Vow for Standards I remember the exact moment I said it. Four years old. Louder than I had a right to be. Told my whole family, clear and certain: “I’m going to be a lawyer.” I didn’t fully know what it meant— but I said it like it was already done.
Law School – A Vow. A Promise. A Decision. Read More »
A Step written in honor of Metal Gear Solid. They called him many things. They called him a renegade. A ghost. But he was free. No leash could bind him; no order could drown out the voice of his own reason. And yet — somehow — he carried something humane within him. A
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—a quiet offering There are songs you don’t just hear. You feel them.In your chest. In your throat. In your history. Sleep Token plays like that for me. It doesn’t just echo emotion—it drags it out of you. Unfiltered. Undeniable. Almost sacred. And there’s this line that’s been living in me for weeks
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Success isn’t about spotlight moments or grand gestures. It’s about relentless discipline—quiet, often lonely, and unseen. That’s the path most avoid but the one real fulfilment demands. I’ve walked a challenging road the past couple of years: from 125 kilos to 95, holding steady for about half a year. Now I’m aiming for 80—not
Discipline Over Drama: The Lonely Path to fulfilment. Read More »
