When enough stops feeling enough 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 so much I should be grateful for. The more carefully I observe the world around me, the more I realise how much of what we seek is connected to money, comfort, security and, somewhere beneath it all, status. Money gives us choices. It allows us to build a comfortable life, to have a beautiful home, good clothes, good food, travel, convenience and the ability 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 co...
Why do I Post? You look at someone’s Instagram profile. You scroll through the pictures, watch a few reels, perhaps go back and look at something again. And somewhere between one post and the next, you have already formed an opinion about that person. They travel a lot. They have wonderful friends. They seem happy. They are doing really well. They have a beautiful life. We do it almost without noticing. But lately, I have been wondering about something else. When I post something, do I ever stop to think about why I am doing it? Honestly, I don’t know. Of course, I upload because I want people to see it. Otherwise, why would I put it on Instagram? Someone goes on a holiday and posts pictures. Someone spends an evening with friends and shares it. Someone achieves something and puts it out there. Someone buys something new, visits a new place, celebrates a birthday, attends an event. And we look at these little windows into their lives and make sense of the person through t...