whispers of my mind

Hi, my lovely readers,

Today’s thoughts are about something so simple that we often overlook it, a smile.

I don’t know if anyone else feels this way, but I have realized something about myself over the past few days.

Whether I’m at work or at home, the people around me matter to me more than I usually admit. Some hold a bigger place in my life, some a smaller one, but every person around me somehow becomes a part of my day.

And I’ve noticed something strange.

When I see them smiling, I instantly feel lighter.

It’s as if, for a moment, all the stress I’ve been carrying quietly disappears. Their smile makes me feel like everything is going to be okay. It gives me this silent reassurance that life isn’t as heavy as my mind sometimes makes it seem.

It’s funny, isn’t it?

Nothing in my life has actually changed in that moment. My responsibilities are still there. My problems haven’t disappeared. But somehow, one genuine smile from someone around me gives me the strength to keep going.

Maybe that’s why I’ve started believing that a smile carries much more than happiness.

It carries hope.

It carries comfort.

It carries a kind of energy that quietly reaches the people around us.

We often think our actions have to be big to make a difference. We think we need to solve someone’s problems, give advice, or do something extraordinary.

But maybe, sometimes all someone needs is to see a smiling face.

You never know what battle a person is fighting silently. You never know how exhausted they are, how overwhelmed they feel, or how badly they needed to see something positive that day.

Your smile might be the first good thing they experience.

It might become the reason they breathe a little easier.

It might remind them that not everything in the world is heavy.

So if life gives you a reason to smile, don’t hold it back.

Share it.

Not because everyone expects you to be happy all the time, but because your smile may become someone else’s moment of peace.

I know it does that for me.

And maybe, without even realizing it, we all become a little stronger because someone smiled at us.

Until next time,

With a heart full of thoughts,
Ashpreet

Sometimes, All I Need Is a Smile

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Jul 23
Hi my lovely readers,

Today I just wanted to write what my heart has been silently thinking for a very long time. Sometimes I sit and wonder how people slowly become okay with things that are clearly hurting them. And I don’t think it is because the pain disappears. I think at some point, they simply get tired.

Tired of explaining themselves.
Tired of repeating their feelings.
Tired of being misunderstood by the same people they once felt safest with.

Maybe they stay quiet because they are scared of losing people they love.
Or maybe they are just scared of losing their own peace of mind while trying to make everyone understand them.

And honestly, I think silence changes a person more than pain ever does.

One thing I want you all to know before reading my words is that these are not stories copied from books, movies, or quotes from the internet. These are very closely lived experiences from my own life. Every thought I write carries a feeling I have personally felt somewhere deep inside myself.

You might think while reading this that I must be much older to think this way, but the truth is I am only in my early 20s.

Strange, right?

How can someone so young feel so emotionally tired sometimes?

But I guess life does not really care about age before teaching lessons. Pain does not wait for someone to grow older before finding them. Some people grow with time, while some grow because life leaves them no other choice.

And maybe that is why some souls become mature too early.
Not because they wanted to,
but because life introduced them to emotions they were never ready for.

Maybe healing is not always about fixing everything. I do not know if life becomes easier with time, but I do hope one day we all find people who listen to understand, not just to reply.

Anyway, that’s all my heart wanted to say today. Maybe these words will reach someone who needed them. Or maybe they were only meant to free a small part of me.

Until next time,

Take care of your heart.

— Ashpreet Kaur

Something I Wanted to Say

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Jan 31
We usually start thinking about detachment only after we’ve already been caught up in attachment. It comes when we feel like things are too heavy or when closeness starts to feel difficult to handle.

For me, I think I’m in a stage where I’m learning what giving space really means. People only learn to give space once they know what it feels like to need it themselves.

I’ve always been an extrovert. I like talking to people, and most of the time people catch my vibe quickly. But when it comes to making real friends, I take my time. I’ve been used to doing everything on my own, so letting someone new in doesn’t happen overnight.

Lately, I’ve had a few people come into my life who matter to me. I like them a lot. But the truth is, I don’t always say what I feel. I don’t check in daily. I don’t always ask how they’re doing. And because of that, I worry they feel a kind of distance from me.

It’s not that I don’t care. It’s just that not long ago, I had no one to text or call or ask, “How’s everything going?” So now when I think about checking in, I stop myself. I overthink it. I don’t want to feel like I’m invading their space.

And here’s something people forget: if someone has lived their whole life alone—handling responsibilities, carrying pain in silence, even walking through something as heavy as the cremation of their loved ones by themselves—it’s not easy for them to suddenly give space to new people. To let others in quickly is almost impossible. They are not pushing you away; they are just learning how to share a life they’ve only ever carried alone.

That’s where detachment comes in for me. Sometimes it’s not about walking away. It’s about giving time, giving comfort, and letting the other person open up at their own pace.

Yes, it might feel like one person is putting in more effort, but often the other is just learning how to share. A short while ago, you weren’t even part of their life. Now they are trying to make space for you. That takes time.

Vibes change. Energy shifts. Nothing stays the same forever. And that’s okay.

For me, detachment is not about being cold. It’s about respecting space while still caring. It’s about loving without holding too tightly and showing I care without the fear of being “too much.”

Just Afraid to Be Too much

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Sep 26
Sometimes, I feel like life should be like fictional stories. where we have magic to do exactly what we want, where everything bends to our will. How fascinating is that! But what if I tell you, it already is? That magic exists in you, in the choices you make, in taking control of your life. The power has always been yours.

Sometimes, life puts someone in your path at the exact moment you need them — a stranger, a friend, or even a fleeting encounter. Today, I met someone who was carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders. Life had been hard, and he seemed lost, unsure which way to turn.

In that moment, I shared a few words — simple, heartfelt, meant to inspire. And then I saw it happen. A spark of understanding lit up in his eyes. He realized something profound: life had already given him a starting point — the gift of being alive. From this point forward, it was his choice, his power to think, to act, and to move forward.

Maybe it was destiny. Maybe it was chance. But that conversation reminded him — and me — that sometimes the universe speaks through the right words at the right time.

Do you remember meeting someone who changed your life, or inspired you exactly when you needed it? I do. And I’ve learned something: listening can be the most powerful thing you can do. Inspiration can arrive from the most unexpected places.

Here’s the truth: if you’re waiting for God, or life, or anyone else to save your drowning boat while you sit still… nothing will happen. God helps those who act with courage and believe in themselves. No one else will hand you solutions. No one else can carry your weight. You are the one with the power to choose, to decide, to fight, to grow.

The reality is simple and raw: no one is coming to save your life. Everyone is busy with theirs. It’s up to you to understand yourself, face your struggles, and create your own solutions. If you don’t, nobody else will.

Life gives us moments, people, and signs to remind us of our strength. It’s not magic — it’s you, stepping into your own power. Sometimes, all it takes is a single conversation to realize you already have everything you need to move forward.

If you too feel like nobody is listening to you, please feel free to leave your comment. We can talk and discuss, and you never know which comment might inspire you.

When Words Find the Right Soul

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Sep 14
I know you’re tired. Tired of people, tired of feelings, tired of carrying everything inside. I know how heavy your heart feels, and how every loss has changed you in ways you never wanted. You weren’t always like this; you were once so happy, laughing, carefree, full of light. And I know you miss that version of yourself.

But listen, you’re not mad, and you’re not broken. You’ve just been through so much that even the smallest words or actions can cut deep. That doesn’t make you weak; it means you’re human, and your heart has been asked to carry too much.

This new version of you might feel unfamiliar and unwanted, but it’s still you — just you who has been through too much.

I know, after all this, how easily it is for people to ask you to stay the same and always be polite. But it’s not you who made yourself this way. It was them, and the situations you were forced to survive.

It hurts when people don’t understand. It hurts even more when they choose not to. That loneliness is real, and I see it. But please don’t stop speaking your truth — even if no one listens, you must continue to listen to yourself.

If the world feels too loud, it’s okay to step back. Protect your heart. Take care of yourself in small ways, enjoy a warm drink, go for a walk, or spend a quiet moment with music. You deserve gentleness. You deserve love. And you deserve people who will not just hear you, but truly understand you.

No matter how lost you feel, you still have yourself. And that’s not nothing. That’s everything.

With love,

Me

Dear Me

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Sep 9
Hey friends, tell me….

Am I a yes person or a no person? Honestly, I already know the answer — I’ve always been a yes person. I’m 23 years young now, and I’ve never really learned how to say no. But somehow, yes has carried me through life.

Yes, brought me to Canada. Yes, put me in a berry-picking farm. Yes, pushed me into the back of restaurant kitchens, moving from one place to another, working shifts so long I barely had time to breathe. I still remember those 12-hour night shifts at my last restaurant job, dragging myself straight to college after, half-asleep but still showing up. I was tired, but I kept saying yes.

Then came the scariest yes of all — a job in a completely different field. I doubted myself. I wondered if I’d fail, if I’d even survive in that role. But I said yes anyway. Now, five months later, I’m working as an office admin. And I’ve realized that saying yes doesn’t just open doors — it changes who I am.

Yes, is scary. Yes, challenges you. But yes, also teaches you. The real question is: are you saying yes to the right things? You don’t always know until you try. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose — but either way, you grow.

I’ve also learned to trust my instincts. If it ever whispers no, I’ll trust it. Maybe I don’t know how to say no directly, but I’ll find a way out, even if it means giving an excuse. Not every yes deserves my energy.

People say yes is a weakness. I disagree. I think it depends on the person. For me, yes has been my power. I don’t have to force myself to say no just because the world moralizes about the “power of no.” For me, the power has always been in saying yes — and every yes has built the person I am today.

But I’m not saying you should say yes to everything. What I mean is that saying yes will guide you, and along the way, you’ll learn which doors are worth opening and which ones you’ll eventually close with a no. Yes, teaches you where you don’t belong.

And maybe that’s the real strength — not just knowing when to say no but having the courage to keep saying yes until you find the life that feels right.

“I’d love to hear your thoughts — are you someone who says yes more often, or do you stand strong with no? Share your story in the comments; maybe your journey will inspire someone else.”

Am I a yes person or a no person?

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Sep 5
Hey friends, I’m back again with the thought I left you with…

Am I too good for people, or am I just a stupid girl who doesn’t know better? I keep giving pieces of myself away, hoping someone will see me, really see me — but instead, I’m left feeling used, invisible, or foolish. I hate this cycle. I tell myself to be stronger, to not trust so easily, to not care so much. And yet, the moment someone shows me a little kindness, I fall again — as if my heart can’t help but believe it’s safe this time. Maybe I’m not too good. Maybe I’m just easy to break. Or maybe the world is too harsh, and I’m the idiot who keeps walking in with open hands. I don’t know which truth hurts more.

Do you also feel this way sometimes? Congratulations then — you’re growing. You’re a step ahead in understanding that thin, invisible line between being good and being used. It’s a cruel lesson, but one everyone faces sooner or later. The truth is, being good will always cost you something. But the difference between growing and breaking is realizing you don’t have to hand over every part of yourself just to prove your heart is real. You can be kind and still protect yourself. You can be open without being wide open.

Growth is painful, but it’s the kind of pain that shapes you.

I know kindness is a weakness. The difference is in how you use it — are you giving it to grow, or are you just bleeding yourself dry? That’s the part that kills me. I can’t always tell. Am I caring for people, or just carrying their weight while drowning under it myself? I call it love, I call it loyalty, but most days it just feels like I’m breaking my own back for people who wouldn’t even notice if I stopped.

And then I wonder — is this me being good, or me being stupid all over again?

Back to the same question. What’s the answer to this? Perhaps there isn’t a single, fixed answer. Each time I fall, I learn a new lesson. And sometimes, in between all the hurt, I meet those rare, real souls — the ones who see me, appreciate me, and remind me why I shouldn’t kill my kindness. It feels like a booster shot for my heart, like an immunity against giving up on myself. Those people prove that kindness isn’t always wasted. Sometimes it lands in the right place, and when it does, it makes everything worth it.

Sometimes words do magic. They hit different. They give you warmth, like a blanket when you’re freezing. One line, one sentence, and suddenly you don’t feel so alone. That’s why I still pick kindness, even when it breaks me. Because I know how it feels when someone throws you that lifeline, and maybe that’s enough reason to keep going.

To wrap it up — like I always say, the things you give to the universe will always find their way back to you. So now it’s in your hands: what do you want to give? What surroundings do you want to build for yourself? What type of energy do you want circling back into your life? Because in the end, that’s the only choice we ever really have.

We will meet here again. Till then… take care and just be yourself.

Am I too good for people, or am I just a stupid girl who doesn’t know better?

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Sep 4
Hey friends, it’s me again — Ashpreet. Today, I want to share another thought with you.
“Your thoughts about people shape your character.” Think about it. The way you look at others shapes your internal character. The way you judge or appreciate them also quietly builds who you are inside. If you choose kindness in your thoughts, you become softer, warmer, and more understanding. But, if your thoughts are filled with jealousy, it will show in who you are. Negative thoughts will slowly change the person you are becoming.

In my mind, it often feels like two people are arguing with each other. Whenever I think of doing something selflessly for someone, one voice instantly says, “Why should you do this? Things should be equal.” But then, the other voice gently reminds me, “It’s fine if today you are giving more. One day you need the same kindness too.”

I believe that’s how life works — you eventually get back what you sow. If your thoughts are rooted in kindness, patience, and love, those same things will find their way back to you. And if your thoughts are always about keeping scores or being bitter, that’s what you’ll end up surrounded by.

People often tell me, ‘Be exactly how others are with you.’ But if I copy their behavior, how will I even know who I am? How will I say I gave my 100%? I don’t want my character to bend every time someone else is unkind or distant. For me, how others act is information — not instruction. I can notice it. I set boundaries if I need to. I still choose my standard: kindness without being a doormat, respect without losing self-respect. Everyone carries their history, their lens. I won’t let someone else’s mood decide my morals. I’d rather build a story that inspires me when I read it back later. I don’t want a story that fills me with guilt. So, I keep choosing the thoughts that make me better, not bitter; the actions I’m proud of, even when nobody claps.

Let me tell you about something that happened recently. I was at a cafe, and the person at the counter was having a rough day — they were short-tempered and a little rude when I ordered. My first thought was the usual: ‘Why should I be nice if they aren’t?’ But then I paused and decided, ‘It’s fine, I’ll be kind anyway.’ I smiled, said thank you, and left a generous tip. Later, as I walked out, I realized how light and calm I felt. Their mood didn’t control me — my choice to act with kindness did. That small moment reminded me that staying true to your character is more important than matching someone else’s behavior.

So, friends, here’s what I want to leave you with: the way you think about others and the choices you make because of those thoughts define the person you are becoming. Let your thoughts be kind, patient, and understanding — not because others expect it, but because you choose it. Build your own story, one that you’ll be proud to read back, one that inspires you rather than fills you with guilt.

Sometimes, this kind of behavior — staying kind, patient, and true to yourself — leaves you with questions. Questions like, Am I too good for people, or am I just a stupid girl with less experience and understanding? We’ll dive into this next time — I can’t wait to share my thoughts with you! Before leaving, tell me how you shaped your character.

Your friend,
Ashpreet Kaur.

“Your Thoughts About People Shape Your Character.”

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