Tag: love

Are we just settling for OK?

Many of us have been there. We enter into a new relationship and it’s fucking awesome, the standard phrase, ‘Honey-moon period’. It’s incredible right? You think it will last forever, naturally, you feel happy, the pleasure is there, and some people then drop their guard, stop doing the things they used to and before you know it, you’re in a rut. One of the 2 or sometimes both, change and get comfortable. It’s happened to me on both sides, I’ve got comfortable or the other half has – mainly the other half 😉, I’m a hopeless romantic. When we are not aware of this, it’s not much of an issue but deep down, we’re just settling, or are we? We’re all different so I’m being open here and very general.

By Rishi - TYNS365 June 13, 2022 0

Grateful

Hard to argue with this right? A year on, and not much I would change or add. Lessons have been learnt. Hearts have been broken. Jobs have been gained. Jobs have been walked away from. Dreams have been made. As always, life is full of uncertainty, varying from the good, the bad, the ugly, the incredible, the beautiful, the nasty, the love…you get my point. At any one point, your life can be turned upside down, inside out, for the good or, the bad. I wouldn’t wish the bad upon anybody but for me, without the bad, the good wouldn’t have much value. I’m truly grateful for the bad that’s occurred in life. Would I have chosen it before I knew it would happen? Hell no. of course not. Who would? Knowing however the consequences of who I would become, would I have chosen it…i

By Rishi - TYNS365 June 11, 2022 0

Judgement

I woke up that day and went into my brother, Nikky’s, makeshift hospital room at home. He was at home following 9 and a half weeks in hospital, waiting to die. We knew his time was going to be up and made the decision that his final moments will be spent at home. He wasn’t speaking at this point. The toxins had entered his brain, limiting it’s function.

By Rishi - TYNS365 March 5, 2022 Off

Cycling to happiness

Back in my early years, between the age of 8 – 16 I was almost attached to my bike, like a prison guard escorting a prisoner to court. It was never far from me. It was the first thing that crossed my mind when I woke up. I would be eager to get out of…

By Rishi - TYNS365 May 13, 2020 Off