Jacky's Corner

  Somewhere along the way, “aging well” stopped meaning “taking care of yourself” and started meaning “pretending you’re younger than you are.” Skincare isn’t just about nourishing your skin anymore it’s about fighting wrinkles, erasing lines, and holding on to a number that’s long gone. But why is it so hard for us to simply look our age? If I’m 30, I don’t want to look 18. If my genes give me a naturally youthful look, fine, but chasing youth for its own sake feels like running on a treadmill that never stops. Because no matter how good your creams, your treatments, or your makeup, time will still move forward. And if your goal is to look younger forever, you’ll only measure yourself by how much you’ve “failed” to stop it. What if instead of fighting age, we embraced it? Looking your age isn’t a problem it’s a privilege. Every wrinkle, every laugh line, is proof that you’ve lived, laughed, cried, and survived. When you embrace your age, you stop wasting time and money trying ...

  We live in a world that celebrates speed. Become a millionaire at 25. Launch your own company at 21. Win awards before you can legally rent a car. And then there’s the constant reminder online “What were you doing at this age?” Usually, I was playing, studying, or just living life. And that was okay. But now it feels like we’ve been taught that if you’re not “making it” fast, you’re falling behind. The problem is, when you race to the top too soon, you might find yourself stuck there, unsure what’s next. Imagine reaching your “dream life” at 22 where do you go from there? The faster you get there, the longer you have to risk coming down. It’s like food. Chicken used to be a treat for special occasions. You’d eat it maybe at Easter or on a birthday, and it was magical. Then you start having it every weekend. After a while, even the chicken gets boring. You start looking for the next “upgrade” because the old excitement is gone. Success works the same way when you get it all...

  Artificial Intelligence has quietly woven itself into our everyday lives. From simple tools like Google Maps guiding us through unknown streets, to Google Calendar reminding us of birthdays, meetings, and milestones, AI has become a silent partner in how we live and organize. On one hand, these tools are a blessing they reduce the mental load of remembering, planning, and keeping track of commitments. On the other hand, I sometimes wonder: does outsourcing memory or decision-making change how our brains are wired? Like a knife, AI can be used for good or bad. It can bring knowledge from every corner of the globe right to our fingertips. With one search, we can learn about cultures, history, science, or ways to grow as people. Yet, the very same access can lead us down destructive paths misinformation, unhealthy habits, even manipulation. The question then becomes: how do we harvest the benefits while guarding against the risks? For me, I’ve learned to use AI deliberately. I...

The older I get, the more I realise school gave us many answers, but to questions life doesn’t always ask. I mean, one plus one equals two great! But what about, "You earn 100,000, how do you survive, save, tithe, invest, and still enjoy life without running mad?" Now that’s math I could’ve used earlier. Our school system drilled formulas into us: algebra, trigonometry but skipped how to make money work for us. Budgeting, saving, compounding, investing all things I had to learn through trial, error, and sheer panic. Some of my best financial moves? Pure luck. Someone said “try this,” and I did. Somehow, it worked. No textbook, no syllabus, just vibes and hope. In The Richest Man in Babylon , George S. Clason says, “A part of all you earn is yours to keep.” That hit hard. Because sometimes, by the time bills, family WhatsApp groups, and surprise boda costs take their share, there’s barely a “part” left to keep! But truth is, saving 10% is noble. Investing it smartly eve...

 So, I recently went on my annual leave. That sacred time when your workplace says, “Go rest, we’ll be fine!” and you respond with “I’m out of here!” I was so ready. I’d mentally packed my bags weeks before, counting down like it was Christmas. Then I got home. No emails. No phone calls. No “quick” requests. And to my surprise… I panicked. Why wasn’t anyone calling? Did they replace me? Did the office forget I exist? I started feeling like a guest star in a show that had moved on without me. And yet wasn’t this the same me who was chanting “I need a break!” just a week ago? It hit me: sometimes, we forget that rest is not just a break from work. It's part of the work. The real gag? I had worked six months straight without proper rest. So when my team respected my leave and let me be, it should’ve been a standing ovation moment. But there I was, sitting on my couch, wrestling with guilt and FOMO. The audacity! What helped was detaching. I deliberately didn’t open my work inbo...