For a while, my green scarf was folded away. Life kept happening around me-quietly, noisily, sometimes beautifully, sometimes painfully. I paused, because sometimes even the strongest souls need silence to rebuild. I wondered if my words mattered. If stories still needed telling. If the girl in the green scarf still existed. Today, I know she does. She's wiser. Softer in some places, fiercer in others. So, here I am. Writing again. This time, Tales of a Girl in Green Scarf will be more than just stories-it will be a home for courage, tiny victories, and reminders that even in chaos, there's beauty waiting to be seen. If you've ever felt invisible, tired, or uncertain, this space is for you. If you're seeking gentle strength or fierce motivation, this space is for you too. Thank you for waiting. Or for finding me for the first time. Let's begin this new chapter together ✌
Hello, my dear Loyal Readers. It's been a long time since I posted a new topic. I've been waiting for inspiration, and finally, I know what to write and share. Dear Readers, "Commando" as we know are a group, statistically, strategically, trained under various circumstances and situations to make sudden moves to attack and protect. Being a commando is more than just living life. Some of you might immediately agree, saying 'oh yeah, true, yes.' It's more than a thought; it's an expression. The life a commando lives is beyond imagination; it's almost like being reincarnated. Beyond death, there is nothing to be afraid of. The vigorous screening tests they undergo and the limits they set are things we can learn from. I'm not implying their training; my point is, if their job is to safeguard the nation, why not safeguard ourselves and those around us? I...