Tanisha Arya

“The best thing about social media is that it gives ordinary thoughts a place to be heard.” I.... have always been a very private person. The kind who would rather disappear into books, thoughts, and observations than post about life online 🥲 So honestly, this is a little awkward for me. But apparently, mentors exist to push you directly out of your comfort zone… and mine recently suggested (strongly insisted💀) that I start posting on LinkedIn ASAP. And after a half-hour conversation of me being a spoiled stubborn brat and continuously finding reasons not to post 🙄, she gave me a perspective that shifted the way I looked at social media a little. I realized that the point of social media was never just to “post content.” It was to share perspectives, ideas, experiences, and pieces of ourselves that might resonate with someone else somewhere in the world. Even if we’ve never met in person, a single thought, perspective, or story can still stay with someone. And I think that’s why I’ve always loved books so much. Not just for the stories themselves, but for the thoughts they leave behind. The kind that quietly changes the way you look at life, people, fear, ambition, or even yourself. And honestly, I’ve always found that fascinating, the idea that someone once sat alone, wrote down a thought in a book, and years later, that same thought could stay in a stranger’s mind for the rest of their life. That’s the power of expressing. And for the longest time, I’ve wanted to share thoughts like that somewhere too. So... I guess this is me finally starting. No niche strategy. No perfectly curated personal brand. Just books, perspectives, lessons, random realizations, and thoughts that might make someone else pause and think too. So I guess this is me finally giving my thoughts a place to exist outside of my little head :)

I was trying to write a LinkedIn post today on why we try so hard to do everything perfectly. And somewhere midway while writing it, I realized something, Most of us are just exhausted from constantly feeling like every single thing we do needs to be perfect. Perfect timing. Perfect words. Perfect decisions. Perfect posts. Perfect plans. Even while writing this, I caught myself deleting lines again and again because they didn’t sound “good enough” 🫣 And honestly, I think I just got too used to believing that raw thoughts are not enough unless they sound polished. Almost all my posts somehow end with an answer, a lesson, or a meaningful conclusion like life always needs to make sense in the end. But real life is messy. Sometimes we don’t have answers. Sometimes we’re confused. Sometimes our thoughts are unfinished and all over the place. And maybe there’s something beautiful about that too. Maybe imperfections are not flaws. Maybe they’re proof that we’re still learning, changing, and figuring ourselves out. So yeah… this post doesn’t really have a perfect ending either.. Would genuinely love to know your take on this in the comments :)

"We don’t just dream big anymore… we emotionally worship our dreams until we feel unworthy of them." We treat our dreams like something sacred. Something distant. Something almost “too big” for us. And the funny part is… the more important something becomes in our head, the more fear gets attached to it. Fear of failing. Fear of embarrassing ourselves. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of ruining the one thing we want the most. But think about this for a second: When you go outside to buy milk, you don’t sit there overthinking every detail. “What if the shopkeeper judges me?” “What if I choose the wrong milk packet?” “What if the atmosphere outside is not perfect?” “What if I fail at buying milk?” You just go and do it. Because your brain does not treat it like something out of reach. And honestly, I think that’s what happens with dreams too. The more we obsess over them, the more unattainable they start feeling. Not because they actually are… but because we mentally place ourselves beneath them. Sometimes I wonder how many dreams die not because people lacked talent… but because they convinced themselves the dream was “too big” for someone like them. Maybe the goal was never to worship the dream so much that it scares you. Maybe the goal was to normalize it enough in your mind that one day, you simply walk towards it like it already belongs to you.