Travellers Stream

Knowing less about what’s happening in people’s lives—unless it truly matters. Unless it affects me directly. Unless they need my help.

Because one innocent question almost always leads to another. It’s human tendency, really. Curiosity dressed up as concern. Care that quietly turns into overthinking.

Recently, my nephew went on a bike trip to Goa with his group. I didn’t know about it while it was happening. No one informed me—and that was perfectly fine. It wasn’t important. Life doesn’t need announcements.

But later, when I found out, my mind did what it always does—it wandered. I wanted to know more. Where did they stay? How was the ride? And then… did he meet my niece there? She had shifted a few months ago.

When I learned that he couldn’t meet her, I immediately wanted to know why.

And that’s where I caught myself.

Why did I need to know? What would this information really change in my life? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Yet, my mind wanted closure for a story that was never meant to be mine.

That’s when I realised—this is what I could do less of. Less digging. Less connecting dots that don’t need to be connected. Less emotional investment in things that don’t truly concern me.

Not because I don’t care. But because I care too much—and often about the wrong things.

I want to save my energy for what truly matters. For people who reach out. For moments that invite me in. For situations where my presence, support, or voice is actually needed.

Everything else can be left alone. Unfollowed. Unquestioned. Undisturbed.

And maybe, in doing less of this… I’ll finally have more peace.

God bless 💕