I’ve always loved a good breakthrough story. A phoenix rising from the ashes type tale. A story of transformation and self-discovery. I know that this is an ironic statement because no human in their right mind would willingly ask for something in life to break...
Category: Essay
What if Preserving Wonder the Most Mature Thing We Can Do As We Evolve?
posted by: aaliyahinspired
August 5, 2024
When my friends and I get together, we often reminisce on good times gone by. The good times of childhood and all the magic and charm it contained. One of our favorites are memories attached to Christmastime. We think back to the giddiness and joy...
Taking the Bitter With the Sweet And Letting Go of What I Thought My 20’s Would Be
posted by: aaliyahinspired
July 12, 2024
Your twenties, as they say, are for exploration, risks, mistakes, and a little bit of reckless fun. You’re young; you’re free. This is reinforced in the coming-of-age movies that usually depict a protagonist (somewhere in their early twenties) landing their first corporate job, moving to...
‘Who am I?’ Is the only question worth asking and the only one never answered. It is your destiny to play an infinity of roles, but these roles are not yourself. Deepak Chopra The late British philosopher Alan Watts had a unique way of looking...
Are Social Media Detoxes Enough or is it Time to Delete Social Media For Good?
posted by: aaliyahinspired
May 28, 2024
I have a love-hate relationship with social media. This type of relationship isn’t uncommon. By this point, we’re collectively aware of both the benefits and detrimental effects of social media. On the one hand, it creates and fosters connections, it provides an international mode of...
Beauty Standards Be Damned: Why I Stopped Wearing Makeup
posted by: aaliyahinspired
March 15, 2023
Sephora hasn’t seen me in a while, and this is for one reason: I stopped wearing makeup. Ever since I can remember, putting on makeup in the morning and begrudging taking it off at night was a part of my daily routine. To be more...
There I was. On my ten hour flight back from London blanketed in sadness — sadness from the fact that I was leaving London and sadness because of a guy. Yes, a guy. I’ve never been the one to be hung up over a guy....