There’s something about feeling uninterested and unstimulated that completely throws me off balance. Life has a way of introducing elements that bore me to tears, and I often find myself trying to avoid them. But let’s face it: circumstances are not always on our side. As an introvert, I’ve come to realize that I may not be the most exciting company, especially for those whose spirits clash with my energy.
Trivial subjects turns me off.
Stagnation at any level of activities really gets under my skin. The sensation of not progressing, of being stuck, drains the vibrancy out of my life. It’s like living in grayscale when I crave technicolor. And let’s talk about the grind of doing what you dislike just to get by! Routine tasks, especially those that lack any spark of creativity or joy, make me question my sanity. Yes, work can be demanding and challenging, but that’s part of life’s necessary balance especially when your an employee. However what truly terrifies me is staying unemployed for considerable length of time. the thought of sitting idle at home, day after day, with the knowledge that tomorrow holds nothing different. That thought is simply stifling.
But the worst of them all is what I call small talk. Conversations about trivial subjects? It’s a surefire way to bore me to tears. I struggle to engage in such conversations because of its effects on my sanity. I enjoy talking, despite my quiet nature, but I come alive when I’m with the right people, discussing topics that genuinely enrich my life. I crave depth and meaning in conversation; it’s what fuels my spirit and keeps the boredom at bay.
Water is essential to life—colorless, tasteless, and readily available, yet vital for our existence. It’s my go-to drink without question. We are advised to meet specific daily water intake requirements based on our age, environment, weather, and level of activity; typically, 6 to 8 glasses is the target.
Water! my go drink without question.
No matter when you choose to drink it, water serves its purpose exceptionally well. Whether it’s first thing in the morning on an empty stomach, after a satisfying meal, post-workout sweat, or during a heatwave, the benefits of water are undeniable. Nothing can rival the satisfaction of a cool glass of water after an intense treadmill run. While we may use water for various reasons—cooking, bathing, cleaning, or swimming—its refreshing quality after a workout is unmatched. Water is not just important; it is indispensable.Water is life.
Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you?
Nation that lack patriot
The concept of expressing devotion and support for one’s country is indeed a noble aspiration. Embracing the established laws, regulations, and services is essential for the fabric of any society. As citizens, patriotism is not merely an expectation but a reflection of our free will and commitment to our homeland.
It is important to acknowledge that no child is inherently inclined to dislike their country; rather, it is the prevailing circumstances and the influence of governmental institutions that shape their sense of patriotism. As someone who has cherished his country of origin since childhood, I have experienced firsthand the challenges of economic hardships and limited access to basic social amenities. Despite these difficulties, my desire for a better future for my country remained strong.
However, as I matured, I became aware of the disconnection between the government and the people it governs. Things I had learned about in school and the realities of my community, state, and region. The support and expectations from my country seemed scarce, leading to a gradual decline in my sense of patriotism. The sacrifices of our past heroes appeared to be overlooked, and institutions designed to safeguard citizens sometimes appeared to act in opposition to their well-being.
I have long believed in the idea that “youths are the leaders of tomorrow,” yet, after four decades, it is disheartening to see a continuity of leadership that does not reflect the vibrancy and potential of our youth and the well-being of its citizens
I maintain that true patriotism can only flourish in an environment where a state honors its heroes, protects its citizens, and treats every individual with equality and respect otherwise the people show their noncompliance and indifference. For a nation that lacks patriots is a dying nation.
In every functional society, a framework of laws and order forms the backbone of how individuals interact and coexist. These rules shape our behavior, maintained by governments and social institutions that are entrusted with their enforcement. The ideal is simple yet profound: everyone, including those in power, is bound by the same principles and must uphold them fairly and resolutely. When citizens respect these laws, a society flourishes.
Broken laws=broken society!
Yet, the saying goes, “Ignorance is no excuse for the law.” But what happens when the laws themselves breed inequality, marred by corruption, impunity, and bureaucratic red tape? People often find themselves stuck in a cycle, breaking the very laws meant to protect them, not out of enjoyment, but out of frustration with a faltering system.
While there can be no justification for legal transgressions, it’s crucial to understand that the true strength of law and order is measured by the well-being of every individual it governs. Each broken law often highlights not just a personal failure, but a societal one. Yes, we all stumble into unintentional offenses now and then.
Ultimately, without law and order, the foundation of any sane society crumbles. It’s a delicate balance, wherein each individual’s actions and intentions matter significantly, shaping the world we live in.
A thorough account of my life embodies the essence of a regular life; yet, it unfolds as an ongoing narrative. My childhood, education, job, relationships, beliefs, and pivotal life events can inspire those who look up to me and evoke complex feelings in those who do not. Beauty, as they say, is in the eyes of the beholder, and this holds. What would my biography be? I ask myself a second time
We can only get better
This question has ignited a deep reflection on my life’s journey. My thoughts both support and challenge me. I recall the highs and lows, the victories and the lessons. Life is a mirror that reflects whatever we present, but the true mirror lies in our thoughts, behaviors, beliefs, and connections with others. Many would write positively about themselves if given the chance to recount their stories. My biography would be marked by strength, perseverance, mistakes, victories, and success; yet, my personality shapes who I am, while my attitude reflects the influence of those around me. However irrespective of how high we hold of ourselves we can not be invisible to the world around us. Our motive is to get better in our endeavors nevertheless we are a narrative in progress till the last breath.
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
Change; only thing constant.
Losing interest in something is distinct from outgrowing it. Everyone experiences the passage of time and changing circumstances. As I grow as a person, my life continues to evolve through various processes that are yet to reach their final stage. When it comes to hobbies and activities I enjoy in my free time, many factors come into play.
Outgrown, you say? I find that my interests shift because of circumstances. Our preferences can change for many reasons. As a teenager, I loved playing cards, soccer, and Ludo. I had the luxury of time then, being young and single. Yet, as time passed, my desire for those games transformed. It wasn’t an act of outgrowing; rather, I simply found myself with less time due to new priorities.
I discovered a passion for reading and writing. Realizing I could positively impact others while also enriching my own life led me to focus more on these pursuits. Consistency is essential for success, and I strive to enhance my writing and research skills. While I have outgrown some childhood games, I still cherish many from my teenage years. Circumstances have changed, and priorities have shifted, but that’s the essence of life.
Given the health problems associated with sugar intake, I find it difficult to eat much candy. I wouldn’t say I’m a fan now, but that wasn’t always the case. Unlike my children, who sometimes cry for candy every day, I wasn’t raised with it. At my age, I can barely remember the names of any candies other than Haribo; surprisingly, I even miss the names of the candies I currently buy for my kids each month. That’s how little of a fan I am.
Nevertheless, my favorite candy is Haribo because it contains less sugar than others and is also chewable. When I have a craving, I often open a pack and take out three or four pieces for myself, leaving the rest for my younger children. I’m allergic to sweetness, especially to high sugar levels, making me uncomfortable whenever I accidentally consume too much.
At some point in live everyone loves candy!
For the past fifteen years, I have suppressed my desire for anything sugary. I even went so far as to drink my tea and coffee without sugar until my doctor informed me that my sugar levels were low. At that point, I began to add a small amount to my teas and coffees. I always got goosebumps when I saw how much sugar my coworkers put into their tea; their reactions to my unsweetened drinks were quite surprising. Although they often complimented me on my choices, I understand their preferences.
Sugar is addictive, much like caffeine and other products, and since the recommended consumption levels are not well-regulated, we often ignore the consequences of excessive intake. Some parents give their children too much freedom when it comes to candy, leading to habits that can be difficult to break later in life. Understanding the importance of managing sugar consumption, I have made it a priority to regulate my young children’s candy intake to avoid the serious health consequences associated with it. Nevertheless, everyone loves candy at some point in their lives.
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. It’s already ten p.m., and I’ve finally convinced my six-year-old daughter to go to bed after enjoying the excellent noodles I served her for dinner. I’ve been busy all day, having had a very stressful week at work, with today being my first rest day of the week, which I must admit is not a rest day at home. I got up early to drive two of my girls to school, not minding the fact that as a night shift worker, I had to be home after three a.m. Please note that I am not writing to beg for sympathy for my current situation because it is my choice and my duty as a parent. A husband and father.
I am surrounded by love, care, and the duties that come with being a parent because I have two girls, ages three and six, respectively. On my way back from dropping them off at school, which was a fifteen-minute walk away, I recalled that I had a driving lesson at 9:15 p.m. As I hurried home, I noticed my instructor parked next to my house. Unprepared to drive right away, I hurried inside my house to get my sheet schedule and, just for convenience, have my shoes changed. My heart is racing; I haven’t gotten enough sleep or rest, and even though it’s not a workday, I have a full itinerary for the day. I prayed that I wouldn’t make any serious driving errors today.
The class lasted for one hour. Although it was not very easy, I succeeded. I knew that under pressure, my driving lessons seldom went well, but I was stuck with my schedule and had little to no alternative. If wishes were horses indeed, I was relieved when the driving lessons were over. I went home and ate breakfast as quickly as possible. I was reminded of my copywriting assignment from the online course I recently registered in when I noticed my laptop on the table. After completing lesson 04 on storytelling two days ago, I found the homework challenging due to the given directions.
Boo-boo cold and wet🥰
After searching the internet for suggestions and ideas, I saw that it was already 11:45; I had to pick up my three-year-old daughter from school. Oh, hmm. I hissed. I got dressed once more, grabbed my scooter, and opened the door to head out, only to discover that it was pouring. Rain and snow are the day’s weather forecast predictions. You have to fulfil your obligations as parents. I want to avoid giving in to the school administration’s request to pick up my children later than expected, so I take my umbrella and head out into the rain.In spite of the wind and rain, we managed to get home. While it was true that the rain got us wet, we were also washed. When we arrived home, my daughter was ecstatic; despite the rain, she was chanting, “Rain, rain, go away, and come again another day,” lilubally. This time, it was past noon, and after we ate, she fell asleep. I carried on with my copywriting task. I dozed off for an hour because I was so exhausted. It’s already 3 p.m., and time to pick up my first kid from school. I jumped on my scooter and rushed to school for the third time. We arrived home within twenty minutes. My leg shook and my eyes were heavy, my project and blog post were unfinished, and I knew rest was far away.
I apologise to my readers, subscribers, and followers for not posting on untoldrealities.com for approximately a week; it was unintentional and due to circumstances beyond my control. I looked at the prompt questions every day, but I was unable to write. But this is my life right now, and if I ever needed a break, it would be from my job because, no matter how difficult the sacrifices I made for my kids were, I would never regret being there for them when they needed me most. If wishes were horses, I would rather take a lasting break from work than not spend time with my children.
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.
Thanks to Dad and Mom.
(It’s not about the tradition but the Aim of the tradition!)
Traditions are defined as a series of recurrent rituals, behaviours, and activities that have been practiced and passed down through generations. Indeed, family customs can vary by town, country, and continent. It can be both ornate and simple, reflecting family ideas and values. For many people, it includes physical or actual activities like family dinners, camping, family vacations, and extended family games, to name a few. Which is determined by the point of origin. Whatever customs your family has, they are honoured.
However, the idea of writing about this topic cast a heavy shade over my spirit in terms of my family’s priceless memories. It reminded me of my late parents and their insistence on our upholding family traditions.Their efforts to ensure that we all adhere to it continue to this day, even after they are gone. We, like every other family, have an annual vacation ritual; regardless of where we live, we return home every Christmas to spend quality time with our parents. Have a discussion together. We eat together, visit our fields, and go to church together. play and dance together . Both single and married. Even married people visit along with their wives and children.
Forever in our hearts 💕
But the most fascinating part of my family’s traditions isn’t what it might seem. Rather than the yearly vocations, dinner dates, farm visits, church, and dance, my parents’ goal is for us all to follow the tradition, which speaks to the love, unity, and affection that exist within the family. The conversations and outward manifestations of everyone utilising our time together to strengthen the family’s bond against those who would have us do otherwise.
Our parents instilled in us the importance of caring, helping, bonding, and looking out for one another. And their presence kept it in check until death arrived. I feel that any current family custom is primarily dependent on the prospective parents. Their intentions, as well as their vision and presence. I was unable to attend my late mother’s burial last Christmas, and I despised myself for it; as a result, I missed the annual custom of having all of my siblings together for the final time.
As much as it terrifies me that with our parents’ deaths, it may be difficult to maintain the physical annual tradition and rituals that accompany them, but the bond, love, devotion, and care they instilled in us, their children, will always be practiced and retained. However, with each of us having our own immediate families, our parents fulfilled their purposes and course of our tradition because, in turn, we are ensuring that our children have the same bond of love, affection, unity, and care for one another that our parents instilled in us through our family tradition. Permits me to say: When tradition fulfilled its course, it becomes human. We are our tradition.
The importance of good health.(my hospital experience)
I frequently have this intense lower abdominal discomfort; it’s usually severe. I was unable to confirm what it is. It has come to my attention that I also frequently feel queasy. Particularly when I’m really hungry and experiencing this ache. I underwent two times endoscopies few years ago while in Spain, so this is nothing new. Thankfully, my appendix was removed early in life, so it can’t be appendix . (I could be mistaken nevertheless.) I’m afraid of this particular abdominal pain . Usually severe, but occasionally mild . having tried every type of painkiller without success I dislike being ill and needing someone to take care of me. That does not imply that I am against kind individuals showing me love and concern. The fact that, throughout my life, only my late parents has shown me such love. I constantly stand strong and take proactive steps to prevent illness because I believe rather than being the one being cared for, I should be the one taking care of someone else. Every time I feel strange symptoms, I make my own home medicines using ginger, bitter cola, lime, and other beneficial herbs, and I also work out, after which my body always bounces back like magic.
Never wait to be admitted
However, you cannot always heal yourself, and there are times when I have to go to the hospital because my symptoms indicate otherwise. Beginning to be concerned about this particular ache and how I felt whenever it submerged, I took advantage of the chance last month when my youngest daughter became quite ill early in the morning and we raced to the hospital for her treatment to tell my ordeal to the doctor. He was young, and he immediately asked that I be checked and scheduled for a medical procedure to determine the reason of my suffering because he could not discover a physical cause for it.
In the past week, I received a package from NHS that included a standard preparation for today’s endoscopic surgery. Three sachets of plenvu mango-flavored medication are included in the packet; I’m supposed to consume them to clear my stomach in preparation for a more thorough stomach examination. As I mentioned earlier, it wasn’t my first time, but I will have to forgo certain foods, vegetables, and nuts for seven days, with the last two being the most challenging for last-minute preparations. I’ll need to dissolve the sachets in at least 750 millilitres of water, drink it all, and then keep drinking water afterwards.
Since my experience was exactly as described in the papers that came with the package, I feel reluctant to describe my experience after consuming the necessary cleansing dosages. fatigue, vertigo, and nausea. cold and joint pain. I’m eager for the medical process to be completed because I’ve spitting every minute and used the loo innumerable times. I’m currently at the hospital waiting for my turn because the 2:30 pm appointment has been delayed because there are many patients, including myself, waiting at the unit.
At 15:50 or thereabouts, I was called by the nurse, and after all the checks, I was ready for the section. I was given some material to change into, and shortly after, three doctors, comprised of a male and two females, came and introduced themselves and explained in a cool way what and how the procedure will go and how long it will take and everything will be normal. Before I knew what happened, I was taken to the surgery unit, and all the rituals were done. And the tube camera was inserted inside my body, and beside me were TV-like screens through which I could see exactly how my inner stomach looked, to and fro, they kept going, having me turn from left to right as they performed the endoscopy. I felt no pain at all, but my mind was not at ease either.
After about thirty minutes, the head doctor said it’s done, and everything plugged into my body was removed, and I was taken to another unit to wait. However, the doctor said that he will book me for a CT scan later, and the result of the endoscopy is good. Meaning they found nothing bad. So more investigation has to be carried out in order to find the cause of the pain.
While waiting, I told the nurse in charge of me that I could leave by myself, but they refused, citing the hospital procedures against patients that were sedated must be accompanied home by a relative and friends or anyone presented as the next of kin. All my attempts to convince them were to no avail. Waiting and hungry, they offered me a tea and sandwich, which was a relief to my two days out of food.
I enjoyed the meal like it came from a five-star hotel, after I requested another one to compliment the first, and it was granted. By this time, the unit closes at six pm, and one of the nurses asked me again what time my spouse will come by because they close in less than 10 minutes. Immediately I rang Soso and confirmed she was already on her way with a taxi. I felt good as all the dizziness, coldness, tiredness, and joint pain has gradually disappeared. I appreciate the NHS and the frontline doctors and nurses who make sure people are treated, especially the nurse that attended to me. You’re a good person. From the time you called me to the time I was discharged, you showed nothing but class, affection, professionalism, and caring. I may not have been treated for the pain, but I appreciate the service received from everyone that made sure I was attended to today.
Health is wealth. Not until one is admitted for some serious medical problem, one should always know the importance of having a healthy life.
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