What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced?
I tend to have a strong intuition about people and situations, but I don’t always trust it. I usually choose to follow my heart because I naturally want to see the best in people and in situations. That’s just how I am. But then life happens, and certain experiences make you question that instinct and see things differently. And somehow, my intuition usually comes back later to remind me that I knew all along. But that’s how we learn. Right?
If you could rewrite any book’s ending, which one would you choose?
“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”— Socrates
Honestly, I wouldn’t rewrite a book just to give it a happy ending. Happy endings can be comforting, but not every story should end with happiness, closure, or peace. Life rarely does. Stories that embrace uncertainty, loss, or bittersweet endings often feel more honest because they reflect the human experience.
My father was a student of philosophy. When I was younger, many of the things he said didn’t make sense to me. Over time, I realized they were all connected, shaped by experience rather than abstract ideas. There are hundreds of books he collected over the years, filling shelves with history, philosophy, and literature. They are more than a collection to me now. They are reminders of his curiosity, his wisdom, and the conversations we never got to finish. His reading glasses are still there, along with his collection of Persol glasses, exactly where he left them. Sometimes they make it feel as though he has only stepped away for a moment.
My happiest chapter ended the day I said goodbye to him. God, how much he filled my life with love, laughter, and everything I could have ever wished for. Since then, I’ve understood that the longer we live, the more loved ones we lose. Grief is not the opposite of love. It is the price we pay for it.
The only ending we all truly share is death. Until then, life is full of unanswered questions, imperfect resolutions, and moments that can feel empty. That is what makes it real. I think books should capture that reality instead of pretending every journey ends with everything falling into place. The stories that stay with us are often the ones that remind us life is beautiful, painful, unpredictable, and unfinished.
Recently, I’ve learned the skill of patience—especially with people. I’m learning not to overreact to situations, not to let overthinking take a toll on how I perceive things, and to accept people and situations as they are. Giving time and space instead of reacting emotionally has helped me respond more calmly and thoughtfully.
One important lesson I’ve learned is that blood relation doesn’t automatically mean family. True family is defined by good intentions, respect, and genuine care. Someone who is envious of you or your immediate family can never truly be a well-wisher, regardless of how closely they’re related. In such cases, the healthiest choice is to emotionally distance yourself—to let go and accept that not everyone deserves access to your life. Fake people and snakes no longer exist in my bubble, and their lives hold no significance to me. Often, such people just want to keep tabs on you, be nosy, and secretly compete with you. It’s up to you to decide what to tolerate and what to block out. Remember, literally no one has it perfect in life—you need to focus on doing you.
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?
If there’s one part of my daily routine I wish I could skip, it’s the time I start overthinking. It usually begins in the quiet moments—when the world slows down but my thoughts speed up. I replay things in my head, analyze every detail, and end up feeling more drained than before.
Overthinking doesn’t solve problems—it creates them. It feeds anxiety, turning small worries into heavy thoughts that feel impossible to escape. The mind tries to find answers, but instead, it traps itself in endless questions. It’s exhausting, and most of the time, nothing changes except how anxious I feel.
Lately, I’ve realized that sometimes, ignorance truly is bliss. Not every thought needs attention, and not every situation needs to be figured out. Letting go, even just a little, brings a kind of peace that overthinking never can.
And the truth is—no one overthinks on purpose. It’s something that happens naturally. Our minds are wired differently, and some people simply feel and think more deeply. Overthinkers often care too much, not too little. What they truly need is understanding, not judgment. With the right people who get them, even an overactive mind can find calm.
