Who Am I Beyond What I Do? Today, I watched a reel in which a man said, “My job is not my identity.” It was a simple statement, but it stayed with me. I began wondering how I would define myself if I were asked to introduce myself without mentioning my profession, my relationships or the roles I play in other people’s lives. Who am I, really? I discussed this with a few friends, and, as expected, everyone had a different perspective. Yet we seemed to agree on one thing: our jobs may occupy a significant part of our lives, but they cannot define the entirety of who we are. When it was my turn to answer, I described myself as an independent woman who believes in equality and simplicity. Someone who values the freedom to express her thoughts without being afraid of what people might think. Someone who enjoys experimenting, exploring new possibilities and doing what her heart insists upon. But was that enough to describe me? I realised that perhaps identity isn’t a carefully c...
THE COST OF COMFORT Perhaps the strangest thing about having enough money is that it can make us afraid of having less. I have been thinking about this lately. I have privileges in my life, and there is much I have to be grateful for. Yet the more carefully I observe the world around me, the more I realise how much of what we seek is tied to money, comfort, security and, somewhere beneath it all, status. Money gives us choices. It can give us a beautiful home, nutritious food, presentable clothes, travel, convenience and the freedom to say yes without constantly calculating the cost. And there is nothing wrong with that. But slowly, something changes. The things that once felt like luxuries become normal. A certain kind of home becomes the expected home. A particular quality becomes the minimum. A comfortable way of travelling becomes the only acceptable way. What money once gave us as freedom can quietly become the lifestyle we feel compelled to maintain. We work to create...