viewSome people are like lighthouses.
For me, Mohammad has been that light—especially through the darkest nights.
He’s been there not just with words, but with true presence.
When everything felt heavy, he stayed.
When my business was just a fragile idea, he became my biggest supporter—and even my sponsor.
He’s been my best friend through it all.
And I owe him more than I can ever say.
I just hope one day I can give back in a way that truly makes him smile—
so he knows how deeply I value him, how much he means to me, and how grateful I am for him and for our love.
The Little Popcorn.
viewEveryone has a “home.”
Not always made of bricks and walls, but a place where you feel safe, understood, and at peace.
For me, that home lives in the pages of the Harry Potter books.
Maybe it's just a fantasy story for some, but for me, it's been a refuge.
I've read it over and over, and each time, the love, friendship, support, and quiet wisdom in those pages wrap around me like a warm blanket.
Home can be The Burrow—filled with the smell of food, laughter, and real love.
It can be the people who stood by Harry, and by extension, stood by us.
They became family.
And Dumbledore?
He’s the embodiment of humanity for me.
So wise, yet so humble in the face of his own mistakes.
There’s this moment that gets me every time—when he’s about to drink the potion on the island, fully aware it might be killing him, weakening him beyond return.
And yet, before taking that first sip, he looks at Harry and says not “cheers,” but “to your good health, Harry.”
He knows.
He knows this could be the beginning of the end.
And still, in that moment, his instinct is to wish Harry well.
Some say Harry didn’t matter to him—that it was all about the greater good.
But how can anyone believe that?
In King's Cross, Dumbledore tells Harry he suspected he’d survive because he chose not to fight back!
And there’s no strategy in his voice—only admiration.
Only love.
Dumbledore didn’t do what was perfect.
He did what was possible.
The very best a human could do.
And maybe that’s exactly why he means so much.
The Little Popcorn.
viewThere’s a certain guilt that’s been injected into the bloodstream of many Iranian kids — a quiet but relentless kind.
The kind that kicks in when your parents are upset with you, even if you’ve done nothing wrong.
It feels like being summoned to the principal’s office, heart pounding, stomach turning, no matter your age.
You grow up learning to scan the tone of your parents’ voice like a radar — is something off?
Did I do something wrong?
Are they disappointed?
That anxiety settles in your bones.
Sometimes, just hearing my mom’s voice feels like bracing for the worst news in the world.
Some parents hurt you when they’re well — with guilt, with manipulation, with their own unresolved pain.
And when they’re sick, they still hurt you — this time through the weight of your worry, the sorrow you carry for them.
It’s a cycle that’s hard to name and harder to break.
The Little Popcorn.
viewToday I was reading a section of my coaching course.
It said coaching is not therapy.
Not consulting.
Not friendship.
Apparently, I’m not supposed to give advice.
Unless it’s disguised as a really good question.
Like: “What’s stopping you from being your own damn cheerleader?”
So yeah—technically, I’m just here to gently point at people’s mess with a flashlight.
No mop included.
The Little Popcorn.
viewAnd they come unto me, asking of the parleys between Iran and America.
And I said unto them: Have ye ever seen the tangerine tree bring forth popcorn?
The Little Popcorn.
viewSo today I had a genius moment:
“What if I mine Monero with my laptop?”
(I know. I know. Please hold your applause.)
Turns out if I keep my laptop running 720 hours straight—no breaks, no naps, no mercy—I’d earn something like 50 cents.
Assuming it doesn’t overheat and die whispering its last fan-cooled breath.
Meanwhile, I’ve got 1297 TRX staked (about $307 investing over all) and I’m earning just over 1 TRX per week, currently around 27 cents.
That’s already more than twice what mining would give me, and my laptop gets to live another day.
Plus—and here’s where it gets fun—the more you stake, the more you earn.
Obvious?
Maybe.
But add in compound interest by restaking the rewards and suddenly your TRX are out there building a little factory while you’re Listening to a podcast.
They work.
You chill.
Passive income as it should be.
Now, to be fair:
staking isn’t perfect either.
On TRON, for example, block validation is done by just 27 Super Representatives.
And yes, some of them probably vote for each other in a circle, eat digital cookies, and whisper secrets in binary.
It’s not corruption…
but it’s definitely not Woodstock either.
And mining?
That was supposed to be this noble, decentralized idea where everyone could participate.
You plug in, you support the network, you earn a reward.
Fast-forward to now:
Giant farms, mega-corporations, power-hungry ASICs, and the average person gets priced out faster than you can say “thermal paste.”
If you're not living inside a hydro dam, forget about it.
So yeah, both staking and mining have flaws.
There’s politics, favoritism, and yes, whales everywhere.
But let’s not pretend they’re equally accessible.
For everyday people—with a laptop, a little capital, and no interest in roasting their device alive—staking is the clear winner.
Note to self:
Stake more.
Trust your gut.
And don’t believe the hype until your laptop says it’s okay.
The Little Popcorn.
viewWhen the body breaks, it spills its truth in red — a wound the world understands, tends, and fears.
But when the soul is torn, it bleeds through the eyes — not with sound, nor with stain, but with a quiet crimson that flickers just beneath the surface.
Some pain leaves no mark on flesh, yet colors the eyes with a sorrow deeper than wounds.
The Little Popcorn.
viewJust got out of the shower, wrapped in my cozy bathrobe, and feeling that fresh, warm glow.
I'm about to grab something to eat, and as usual, it's not a real meal without a good book playing in the background.
Starting book 10 of the Magiford Supernatural City series now.
There's something so comforting about listening to a story while eating—simple joys like this are what make life feel just right.
The Little Popcorn.
viewThis is a new beginning for me.
Cheers!
The Little Popcorn.