Tag: choices

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The Bad Apple

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What villain actually had a good point?

Why do you think there is a villain in almost every story?

Because without one, the story would not only be boring, but also unrealistic.

There is a bad apple everywhere in life, and real life is such a big story.

So…this person who stirs problems, spread lies, wounds others, behaves this way mainly for their own benefit.

After all the hard efforts and plights the villain weaves and plots, they gain no real prize, only a bloated self-satisfaction. 

They could do far worse things, of course, but let’s stop at this level.

Do you think a villain has any good point?

A good point for being mean, sneaky, and evil!

Perhaps this good point is possible in fiction, where the writer is the sole weaver of the character. In fiction, the only “good point” a villain can offer is a memorable warning sign — a danger zone marked with a quiet Please Be Careful note.

In real life, things are different. The villain chooses to be a villain, chooses the path of Abel, Scar, and… Voldemort.

There is no good point they can have, or pretend to have.

Is there any good point left after choosing to be the bad apple?

With villains-and-life-thoughts,

Nahla

Just writing

There’s Always a Second Trial

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Why a second blog? 

I’ve already asked myself this question too many times.

One day, I decided to be more disciplined by creating a separate blog for my book reviews and quotes. 

We usually feel excited when we start something new, right?

So I was excited when the idea struck me like thunder striking a tree.

Then my reading mood changed— for a long time, and my second blog got bored.

It actually fell into a slumber, then a nap, and finally a long, sound sleep. 

Honestly, I almost forget about it, which only made things worse.

My poor blog was almost on the brink of… some deep psychological loneliness. 

And just before its final departure, I realised there was something missing. 

Aha, my second blog! I slapped my forehead, and decided to give it a second go.

It was a wonder how I regained my interest. I tried to give it a new look and some easy exercise.

And so…

even if we give up sometimes,

there’s always a second trial.

Things may need a little change,

perhaps an open window,

to breathe again and feel fresher.

With a new trial thoughts,

Nahla

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Joy in Between the Lines.

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Well… I borrowed the title exactly as it is.

But, mind you, this is not plagiarism.

How?

Because that’s the title of my post on my other blog.

Anyway… how many beautiful things do you notice while walking?

By walking, I mean that nice long walk you enjoy with no rush.

I hope you’ll say “many,”  because there are so many beautiful things around.

If you miss them, you really miss so much beauty and fun.

Really… you will miss things like the sky when it is clear, 

and the gentle, warm breeze.

Everything looks different…  more shiny and pretty:

from the high sky to the green grass,

from the wavy see to the steady land,

from the flying birds to the buzzing bees.

Aren’t these simple, quiet joys that are tucked in between the lines of everything around us worth your attention and appreciation?

Of course they are.

But sometimes you just can’t avoid interruptions.

A phone call, a serious talk, some funny comments, or the barking of an angry dog.

That’s exactly what happened today as me and my daughter were going for a walk.

Though we were on the other side of the road, a nosy, jumpy dog began barking nonstop at the gate of his house. 

He didn’t only interrupt our conversation, he also gave us such a jump that made us forget what we were talking about.

But… perhaps he was somehow trying to remind us that he also wanted to go out and look for those hidden joys tucked along the road.

Honestly, I was happy that his search – for – joy adventure wasn’t scheduled with ours.

With simple, quiet joys,

Nahla

 https://nh825.wordpress.com/2026/06/13/joy-in-between-the-lines/

Philosophical musings

In the Zone of Comfort.

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This post was inspired by https://tonysbologna.com/2026/01/15/the-real-reason-youre-afraid-to-leave-your-comfort-zone/

But by all means what’s the problem with comfort? 

By comfort, I don’t mean idleness, an aimless life, or monotony. 

By comfort, I mean choosing to follow what’s suitable for you while still having a target, a purpose, and even a moral compass.

The gardener, for example, who knows nothing but planting and selling flowers, is happy, content, and proud of his accomplishments. 

Then one day, others introduce this idea of “comfort zone” into his mind.

They keep nagging him to get out of his comfort zone and take some risks:

to buy more land, plant exotic scentless flowers, and double or even triple the price of his harvest.

He says, “But my life is good, and I have risks everyday to take and challenge.”

They say, “But you can do more.”

He says, “I have enough.”

They say, “Who dares, win.”

He says, “win what? “

They say, “Fortune, wealth, and more pleasures.”

He says, “What about comfort?”

They say, “Well… they will bring comfort.”

He says, “No… there will be no time for comfort.”

They say, “You’re wasting your life.”

He says, “No, no… I’m enjoying my life.”

Is the gardener lazy or weak or brainless?

Do the others, with their idea of “getting out of the comfort zone,”live really in paradise? 

Strange how most people ignore the fact that, in comfort, a person can be more productive, creative, and successful. 

A comfort zone is not about sitting in a chair and crossing your legs. 

A comfort zone can be full of options, challenges, and achievements. 

It’s simply where and how you choose to live.

In the end, in your comfort zone, you have the freedom to follow your own intuition, and you are not obliged to say “Amen” to anyone’s else rules because… it’s a home, not a prison.

With comfort thoughts,

Nahla 

Just writing

Some doors…

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They say: some doors will open to you because of your prayers, some because of your kindness, and some because of your faithful heart.

And may I add, … and some doors open simply because of your resilience. 

And you know what? These doors open wide with a genuine welcome. They spill light. They smell of flowers. And they are full of hope.

These doors can’t be mistaken for dark doors. For there are dark doors too, but they open only a crack. They are pitch-black. They smell of stagnant water. And, they are full of troubles.

But we always have a choice: which one to be, which path to tread, and which doors to knock on.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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Simple Recipe for Driving Life

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Release.

Accept.

Live.

And—

Don’t stare long into the mirror,

into the past,

into the dark.

or …

into your fear.

What is missed is missed.

Embrace the change.

And focus on the present.

The road ahead might have more surprises,

than what’s been left behind.

Long story short;

Steer your life as safely as you steer the wheel of your car.

With hope and peace,

Nahla