Revival

After years of not posting, I’ve decided to bless the internet once again with my opinions and ideas. The time away from this blog has been chaotic, to say the least, but I’m glad to be back, writing again.

So much has happened that I’ve felt frozen trying to decide what to address first: insane political news, natural disasters or good news in technology and art. Honestly, the sheer volume of things I’ve wanted to say has made it hard to say anything at all. But here we are, just writing—without much thinking, which might just be the best way to begin.

And there it is, the theme of this entry: starting.

The art of starting is severely under-appreciated. Have you ever procrastinated something for so long, dreading it, only to finally begin and realize it wasn’t that bad after all?

We all talk about how technology and constant stimulation are destroying our focus. I won’t pretend I’m immune. I still need background noise while I do most things, and I’ve been meaning to break that habit but never actually started. That is the key: starting.

Want to work out, but you're tired, short on time, or the weather's unbearable? Don’t worry about the full session just pack your bag. Still not feeling it? Fill up your water bottle. Put on your shoes. These little steps snowball into something real. Maybe you don’t end up doing a three-hour, superhero workout, but a 20-minute walk is still movement. Still momentum. And momentum comes from starting.

Been meaning to read more? Just leave a book by your bed. One page or even one sentence is enough to get going. Small beginnings build into something larger if you let them.

I struggled with the same thing when it came to this blog. I didn’t know what to write about, didn’t feel creative enough, didn’t have time to reorganize things. But the real issue wasn’t the topic—it was starting. And now, I’m writing.

When we're faced with the anti-democratic, anti-environment, anti-women, and anti-human realities of our world, it's easy to feel paralyzed. The injustice is blatant. It’s scary to see how openly fundamental rights are being violated. The headlines weigh on us like bricks, each one heavier than the last. At times, it feels like we’re living in a dystopia—where the innocent sit in cells while those guilty of every kind of corruption smirk in our faces.

But this isn’t fiction. And in real life, silence is complicity.

The importance of rights, laws, and justice has never been clearer. But neither has the truth: no one gets out of this alone. The only way forward is through solidarity as there is no salvation on ones own. We need to just start and take one meaningful step after another. That’s how things shift.