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Jul 15

A Mosquito Saved My Best Friend’s Life

One tiny insect decided whether he would live or die. I couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened.

A Mosquito Saved My Best Friend’s Life

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Jul 8

Should You Give Your Phone To Your Baby?

Why That Cartoon Isn’t as Harmless as It Looks

A baby lies in a dark living room at night, small face lit only by the cold blue glow of a phone held in front of them. The child’s eyes are wide, glassy, and locked on the screen, unnaturally still. In the warm shadows behind, a soft teddy bear and a picture book lie ignored on the floor, and a parent sits on the couch absorbed in their own phone. A small warm child captured by a cold machine.

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Jul 3

I Am 30 and Afraid to Marry. It Took Me a While to See Why.

It was never really about marriage. It was about the thing I have been running from my whole life.

A lone man stands tiny at the center of a surreal dreamlike landscape where a single road splits into two worlds that curl upward into a folding sky. The left world is cold, grey, and ruined, shrinking under storm clouds with a lone lit window. The right world blooms warm and golden, full of green hills, a glowing sea, and lit windows full of people. He stands frozen between the safe dying life and the vast living one.

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Jun 30

Is This Really All There Is?

You wake up, you work, you buy, you scroll, you sleep. A quiet voice keeps asking if you missed something. You did.

One ordinary person stands perfectly still and in sharp focus in the middle of a busy street, looking thoughtful and awake, while a dense crowd of people rushes past them in heavy motion blur. Soft overcast light and muted neutral tones. Everyone else is a streak of movement. This one person has stopped.

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Jun 24

7 Things Ben Francis Would Do Again to Build Gymshark

Gymshark just turned 14. I broke down every lesson its founder would repeat, and the psychology that proves he is right.

The dim interior of a humble home garage holds the simple tools of a beginning: an old sewing machine on a worn workbench, folded athletic fabric, a screen printer, and a cardboard box of neatly packed apparel ready to ship. At the back, a garage door stands partly open, pouring brilliant golden morning light into the room, the small workshop inside and the vast bright world waiting outside, joined by one open door.

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Jun 27

The Hard Part Was Never the Problem

I spent years making my life easy. It almost emptied me out.

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Jun 22

I Worked So Hard I Started Hating the Thing I Wanted

I quit with no plan and no safety net. That was the day I finally understood how the game actually works.

A man in his early thirties stands at the edge of a lush green paddy field at sunrise, seen from behind, relaxed with one hand in his pocket. A dark phone and a denim jacket sit left behind on a wooden fence post beside him. Golden morning light spills across the wet green field, palm trees, distant mountains, and birds in a soft blue sky. The image of a man who stopped chasing and finally stood still.

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Jun 20

The Lie That Is Keeping You Poor: “Just Feel Good and It Will Align”

I saw it on TikTok this morning. Then I walked home fast to tell you the truth before lunch.

A young man sits cross-legged on a bed, eyes closed, smiling in a meditative manifestation pose, lost in a daydream. Around him float ghostly translucent images of a luxury car, a mansion, and stacks of money, glowing gold and unreal. On the desk in front of him sit a closed laptop, an untouched notebook, a pen, and an alarm clock, the real tools to build the dream, ignored and gathering dust while he fantasizes.

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Jun 18

Why a PhD Now Has to Teach You How to Be a Human

We built a machine that broke our brains. Now we pay experts to teach us what every animal already knows.

A young man sits cross-legged on the floor of a dim bedroom, face lit cold blue by the phone held close to his face, blank and absorbed. Beside him sit an ignored stack of books, a fallen open book, and a pair of walking shoes. Behind him a large window pours warm golden daylight onto green trees outside. The healthy life is one inch away, glowing in gold, while he stays trapped in the cold screen.

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Jun 17

Working 100 Hours a Week Is a Scam. Here Is What I Do Instead.

I stopped worshipping the grind and looked up what actually rebuilds a mind. It was free.

A man in his thirties collapsed asleep over a glowing laptop late at night, head down on his arms at a cluttered desk covered in energy drink cans, cold coffee cups, crumpled papers, and an overflowing ashtray. A wall clock reads nearly 3:15. On the wall behind him, his shadow appears as a hollow, gaunt, skeletal version of his hunched posture, suggesting the grind is draining the life out of him.

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I don't write Medium articles about how to write Medium articles. I write real stories for the love of the game. lalindrarane@gmail.com for inquiries

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