Why I Write here the Way I Do
A brief explanation of why I write here.
I don’t write here because I have something profound to say. I write because something mildly interesting happens in my head, and I think, “Well, maybe that’s worth a paragraph.” This blog? It’s not a content strategy. It’s my slightly cleaned up brain, made public.
You’ll find reflections here. On marriage, health, growing older, being the eldest child, buying a motorcycle in late 30s, and all the self-talk that goes into wondering, “Do I deserve this?” Spoiler: most of the time, yes, we do.
What fascinates me most is how we behave, how we carry our childhood scripts into adult decisions, how we bottle up emotions until they spill in strange ways, how a scar you think everyone notices is often invisible to them. Human behavior is endlessly curious to me. Sometimes I just sit with a coffee, watch people, and wonder what story they’re living through today. Writing helps me turn that same lens inward.
This blog is a place for me to do that. To reflect. To reconnect with my younger self. To listen to the version of me that often goes unheard in a noisy day. It’s not always polished, and it’s rarely planned. But it’s real.
Think of this space like a public journal, but with better punctuation. Sometimes thoughtful, sometimes cheeky, always honest.
And if even one post here makes you feel a little less alone in your own mess — well, that makes this whole exercise a little magical.
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P.S. You won’t find clickbait here. But you will find a guy in late 30s wondering if buying a Honda CB350RS is selfish or self-care. Stick around — it gets philosophical sometimes.
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