Why We Fear Doing Nothing

 

I think the fear of doing nothing is closely tied to the fear of death. In stillness, it’s as if we risk becoming nothing—and, ultimately, dying as nothing.

Perhaps the question we should ask is this: when we do something, do we truly become something? And even if we do, to what end?

For now, we all know there is an ultimate end to the physical world we experience. Since all our knowledge is rooted in these experiences, the idea of a meta life—something beyond this physical existence—feels impossible to me.

Is it this realization—that life is finite and bound to the physical world—that makes me fear doing nothing? Is it the thought of not becoming someone important, of leaving no trace?

Even so, shouldn’t the realization that our time is not endless bring relief instead of fear? If nothing will ultimately matter in the grand scheme, shouldn’t that free me from the pressure to constantly do or become something?

I often find myself in an inner debate, questioning whether I wasted time by not doing this or that.

But perhaps this struggle itself is the paradox of time.

In the grand expanse of time, our lives are brief and transient—like travelers on a long journey, momentarily stopping at the stations along the way.

So what is there to fear, anyway?

I wish I had an answer for that, but I only have more questions.

The fear of death, the fear of not doing enough, the fear of being forgotten—perhaps there’s another way to look at these fears: maybe the real fear is not death or insignificance, but the fear of never fully engaging with the experience of life itself. The fear of missing out on life.

However, in my opinion, the idea of "missing out" doesn’t quite capture it, either. After all, you can’t miss out on a life you haven’t lived, and we all live different lives—unique to our experiences.

What do you think? Do you fear doing nothing?

The Recipe For Happiness

 

The simple recipe for happiness is to love and accept unconditional love in return.

The journey to happiness begins with love—love for yourself, for life, and for the simple, unfiltered joy of being.

If you want to be happy, love yourself and get a dog—or be your own dog. In other words, free yourself from expectations, conditions, and limits.

What’s your recipe for happiness?

Fixing Bad Posture

 Hey there!

Lets talk posture.

I’ve always been a sloucher, and it’s been bothering me for years. Back in high school, I even wore a posture-correcting vest, hoping it would fix things, but it didn’t make a difference. Over time, I didn’t think much of it, but recently, I’ve started feeling the full weight of my bad posture—the neck stiffness, constant back pain, and the way I look so awkward in photos, always hunched over or leaning in weird ways. So I wanted to see a change.

I started small, committing to just a few minutes of stretching each day. One of my go-to stretches is using a towel while sitting, gently pulling it to stretch my arms and shoulders. Even though it sounds simple, it feels like a workout. I still can’t quite get my arms to connect behind me, which is frustrating. Wall angels are also part of my routine, but they’re tough on my shoulders. The hardest part, though, is my desk—it’s not adjustable, so keeping good posture feels almost impossible at times, and I honestly don’t know if I can keep it up permanently. I just wish there was a magic wand to make it happen. Still, I’ve started taking stretching breaks throughout the day, hoping those will be the lifesaver I need.

I can’t lie—fixing my posture feels like a never-ending battle. Sometimes it feels like I’m just making small adjustments with little to show for it. I catch myself standing or sitting up straight for a few seconds, and then I’m slouching again, not even realizing it. It’s frustrating, and honestly, it makes me feel a bit defeated at times. I’ve always admired people who have perfect posture—they look so poised and confident, and I can’t help but feel a bit jealous of that. Right now, I’m nowhere near that, and it’s hard not to feel a little discouraged.

Got any tips for fixing bad posture? I’d love to hear them in the comments.

So... I Didn't Move to Vienna After All!

Hello fellow bloggers!

After years of tip-toeing around the internet and life in general, I’ve decided to resume blogging today.

In the past, I held back from blogging because I was afraid of not being perfect—worried that what I had to say or what I was going through at the time wasn’t "good enough." But here’s the truth: no one has the perfect answer to anything. Life is messy, unpredictable, and that’s exactly what makes it beautiful. And so, I’ve chosen to embrace my life as the beautiful mess it is.

Things didn’t go according to the plan I had for my younger self. I didn’t end up moving to Vienna as I once dreamed. Instead, I spent three unforgettable months as an intern there before returning home, graduating from university, and then, as we all know, the Covid-19 pandemic hit. After months of isolation, I started working full-time as an attorney—and I’m still in that role today. Along the way, I’ve made important decisions, met amazing new people, started learning new languages, and discovered new hobbies.

As I jump back into the world of blogging, I’m excited to share everything—from personal anecdotes and reflections to book recommendations, travel stories, recipes, and even everyday encounters.

So, here’s to new beginnings! Stay tuned for more posts, and feel free to share your thoughts in the comments—I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to as well.

Until next time!