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the silence i didn’t know i needed

September 5, 2025 / DriftPixel87

i used to think noise was just sound, loud tvs. traffic. people talking over each other.

but the worst kind of noise isn’t the kind you hear. it’s the kind that builds up like damp in your chest. the kind you carry without realising, until suddenly you can’t take a full breath.

I lived with that sound for a long time, not chaos. just, a lot of background static. It feel like the radio always on, Sound which gets picked up is noticing, what wasn’t said in a conversation, and the worst possible interpretation, and the open ended grudges, and to top it off, the denial of sleep from these voices. This is not what you want for a happy life.

i filled my adult life with more of it. podcasts while walking. music while cooking. videos while brushing my teeth. told myself it was multitasking. deep down i knew it was avoidance.

the first time i felt real silence, i didn’t ask for it. the power went out on a tuesday. no phone. no hum of the fridge. just wind outside and the soft weight of my own breath. and instead of panic, there was this weird fullness. like i could finally hear the things i’d been pressing mute on.

things that help sometimes:

walking with nothing in your ears
letting the dishes wait till tomorrow
turning off your phone for half a day, even if it itches.
meditation. But not the mantra type, just “empting your inbox” as Naval Ravikant refers to.

none of this will change your life overnight. but it might make you feel it a bit more at peace on the inside.

next post? the weird thing that happened when i started actually using a calendar. sort of.

how i accidentally became the healthiest i’ve ever been

September 4, 2025 / DriftPixel87

i never set out to get healthy. not in the gymfluencer way, i just didn’t want to feel like crap all the time, simple as that.

my brain was foggy, my skin was dull, my energy was extremely volatile, I had to do something about it.

it didn’t happen from a big shift. no meal plan. no bootcamp. i just started tracking, writing downw how certain things made me feel, and through process of elimination choosing the better ones.

one of the changes? filtering my water.

i got best water filter in the market, because my skin was acting weird and someone mentioned chlorine having a large impact. and over a few weeks, I began to note improvements.

Additionally, my food tasted better. showers didn’t smell like the local pool. it was small change, but a big difference

some stuff that changed without fanfare:

i started going to bed earlier. like, before 10. wild
filtered all the taps. not just the one in the kitchen
said no more often. especially to stuff that drained me

it wasn’t about “being healthy”, it was about feeling more like myself again.

not advice. not a listicle. just a note from someone who didn’t expect to feel better, but did.

ps. if this is your first time here, maybe circle back to the post about silence. or the one where slowing down got weird. they connect.

slowing down isn’t always quiet

August 30, 2025 / DriftPixel87

when i first heard about slow living, i pictured linen. herbal tea. deep breathing. what i got instead was rage.

i slowed down, and suddenly i noticed how angry i was, and how my brain was still that of a monkey, just swinging from tree to tree without being able to live in the moment and focus on what matters.

i thought i was doing it wrong. thought peace was supposed to show up the moment you deleted the apps and lit a candle, but I have learnt that like everything, it’s a skill, which you can develop over time.

turns out when you stop running, your feelings catch up.

Raptitude explores this exact tension, the kind that appears once distraction drops and you’re forced to face what lingers beneath.

i cancelled all items on my calendar, and decided to do things I want to do when I want. shifting from coffee to tea. and didn’t feel compelled to go somewhere, just because I said I was free.

this part? no one posts about this part. the awkward pause before peace. the tension before the ease.

next up: the shift that happened when i left the city. and what it taught me about noise i didn’t know i was carrying.

learning to live inside my calendar (but looser)

August 12, 2025 / DriftPixel87

calendars used to feel like tiny prisons. blocks of time filled with things i didn’t remember agreeing to.

for a while, i rebelled. no schedule. no alarms. just vibes. and honestly? that was worse. missed things. forgot birthdays. said yes to everything until my body gave me the middle finger.

i started scheduling again (but less strict), for example 7am – 10am on Monday mornings for writing (even if i just stare at the wall). wednesday nights for reading in the bath. fridays for whatever. or nothing.

i started blocking time, so I can have more time to do things which I am genuinely curious to do.

a friend said to me once: “you don’t need more time. you need less noise in your time.” felt like a slap. in a good way.

some stuff that made a difference:

stopped stacking things back to back
color coded by how the task made me feel (red = dread, green = ease)
switched to a paper planner. digital ones feel like spreadsheets with anxiety
scheduled joy. like, literally wrote down “sunset” or “call someone kind”

no fancy system. just breathing room.

next post’s a little heavier. because slowing down doesn’t always feel good. sometimes it just feels loud, in a different way.

what i forgot when i left the city

July 21, 2025 / DriftPixel87

i thought i’d miss the buzz. the late-night options. the anonymity.

but mostly i remembered things. the way silence outside isn’t empty. birds, wind, a door creaking two streets away.

walking with no destination started to feel less structured, and more like walking. if that makes sense, in some wierd way.

the city taught me how to move fast. how to scan a crowd. how to keep headphones in even when nothing’s playing.

leaving it taught me how to stand still. how to hear things i didn’t know i’d been muting.

some things that came without trying:

i started composting.
i hang clothes outside now.

sometimes i miss the ease of everything at my fingertips. but i wouldn’t trade it back. the pace is more pleasent here.

next post? how all of this, somehow, made me healthier than i’ve ever been, without trying to be.