Reflections
A collection of musings, research and reflective thoughts on topics that spark my curiosity, interest or just simply inspire me. Any views or opinions expressed within each post are my own. I welcome all feedback and opportunities to collaborate with like-minded individuals, but please keep comments polite, courteous and respectful at all times.
Saturday, 29 November 2025
Poem: The Queen's Gambit
Friday, 28 November 2025
Poem: Time for Time...
Time for time...
Introduction
In a world driven by urgency, achievement and perpetual motion, we often forget the one element that quietly shapes every choice we make: time.
Not the ticking of clocks or the deadlines we chase, but the deeper, human kind of time - the time that allows us to breathe, to think, to heal, to become better versions of ourselves.
When we rush, we reduce life to transactions.
But when we slow down, we rediscover meaning.
Time is the silent architect of our wellbeing, our creativity, our relationships and our integrity.
It gives us space to feel, to learn, to make sense of our experiences - and to act with intention rather than impulse.
This poem is a reminder that making time is not an indulgence, but a necessity - like the oxygen we breathe.
It is a call to step out of the frantic tide, to honour what matters, and to see that a life well-lived is not measured by speed, but by depth.
Time for time...
Time is precious.
A quiet companion,
waiting patiently
for us to finally notice
its open hands.
We need time to breathe...
slowly, deeply,
as if each breath were a soft returning
to the person we once promised to be.
We need time to be mindful,
to listen inwardly,
to reconnect with the pulse
beneath all the noise.
We need time to meditate,
to let stillness teach us
what speed never will.
We need time to find our balance,
to reset the compass
that drifts while we rush.
We need time to pause...
to reflect on the imprint
our words and actions leave
on the hearts of others.
We need time to be proud...
of the mountains we have climbed,
and to mourn those we loved
while celebrating the light
they left behind.
We need time to write...
with thoughtfulness and care,
to heal gently,
to live fully
and lead kindly.
We need time to lend a steady hand,
to honour the success of others,
to celebrate their rising
as if it were our own.
We need time to count down
before stepping into new adventure -
that beautiful trembling
between fear and hope.
We need time to show,
to tell,
to reveal truths bravely
so harm can be prevented
and goodness protected.
We need time to spotlight
the best in humanity,
to notice beauty,
to share gratitude,
to applaud the quiet kindnesses
that hold the world together.
And most ironically of all,
we need time
to make more time -
to plan, to savour,
to cherish the things
that give our days their meaning
and our lives their warmth.
Because time moves,
but it also listens.
If we honour it,
it softly returns us back
to where we belong.
Adisha Kariyawasam,
28 November 2025
#MindfulLiving π️
#TimeToReflect ⏳
#WellbeingMatters πΏ
#LiveWithIntention π«
#KindnessInAction π€
Poem: On Being Human
Wednesday, 26 November 2025
ESSAY: The 17 Seeds of Sustainability
πΏ The Seventeen Seeds of Sustainability
by Adisha Kariyawasam
25 November 2025
We are living in a defining era - one shaped by climate urgency, digital disruption, AI, data and global interdependence.
In such a world, ethical behaviour, responsible leadership, strategic thinking, innovation and purpose-driven entrepreneurship are essential.
The 17 Sustainable Development Goals [SDGs] are not distant aspirations - they are seeds, waiting for us to nurture them with compassion, courage and wisdom.
π± A seed that lifts communities from poverty - restoring dignity, security and fair opportunity.
π A seed that ends hunger - where innovation and access ensure every family is nourished.
π A seed of wellbeing - supported by compassionate care and data-informed decisions.
π A seed of education - unlocking digital literacy, critical thinking and lifelong learning.
⚖️ A seed of equality - where every person is valued, respected and empowered.
π§ A seed of water protection - preserving our most precious resource.
π A seed of clean energy - powered by creativity, science and responsible entrepreneurship.
π€ A seed of decent work - where fairness, inclusion and wellbeing guide leadership.
π️ A seed of innovation and infrastructure - strengthened by responsible AI and digital transformation.
⚖️ A seed of justice and fairness - using technology to reduce, not deepen, inequality.
π️ A seed of sustainable cities - designed for safety, nature, belonging and community.
♻️ A seed of mindful consumption - choosing gratitude, reducing waste, honouring resources.
π A seed of climate action - rooted in courage, foresight and ethical responsibility.
π A seed that protects oceans - safeguarding the cradle of life with science and stewardship.
π³ A seed that protects forests and land - defending biodiversity with care and reverence.
π️ A seed of peace, justice and strong institutions - where trust grows from transparency and ethics.
π A seed of partnership - reminding us that sustainability is a shared journey.
Each seed calls us to lead with intention.
Each seed invites us to think not only of today, but of tomorrow.
π± A closing reflection
Sustainability is a promise.
Leadership is a responsibility.
And the future depends entirely on the seeds we plant today.
Let us nurture these seventeen seeds with integrity, empathy, innovation and wisdom - so they grow into the world our children deserve.
π A Call to Action
Let us each choose one seed to nurture today - and take one small action that moves our world towards compassion, balance and sustainability.
#Sustainability π
#ResponsibleLeadership π€
#InnovationForGood π‘
#EthicalEntrepreneurship π±
#FutureGenerations ✨
Tuesday, 25 November 2025
POEM: Lost and Found
Introduction
Trigger warning:
Although my poem below is a work of fiction, it is written for anyone who has ever felt unheard, unseen, or been a victim of bullying or harassment within a toxic culture setting.
Remember that the events and characters are fictitious, so please consider it an allegorical tale - a symbolic reflection of the emotional trials many endure in silence.
This poem is offered as solace, strength, and a reminder that sometimes being pushed out of the wrong place becomes the quiet beginning of finding the right one.
For all who are navigating pain, isolation, injustice, or the difficult courage of speaking up, may these words remind you that your integrity is never wasted - and that even in darkness, you can be both lost and found.
Lost and Found
by Adisha Kariyawasam
25 November 2025
During the great pandemic,
when the world felt fragile and far away,
Elara worked in a toxic culture
that mistook silence for weakness
and integrity for inconvenience.
Then one fateful day,
They summoned her
to a windowless room,
a place untouched by empathy or light.
Like vultures, they circled her
with rehearsed and ruthless cadence,
not spoken from truth
but from fear of being seen.
And again and again they asked:
“Do you know what wrong you did?”
On bullying and corruption,
she had unknowingly lifted the lid.
She did not answer -
for she feared it would make matters worse.
Not through guilt,
but because she knew
some storms grow stronger
the more you speak -
the more it becomes a curse.
Inside her quiet mind,
another truth rose -
steady, calm, unwavering:
“But what about all the good I did?
I’ve unconditionally served
with all my heart.”
This was Elara’s truth,
quiet but unshakable.
But they chose not hear her.
Instead, they said to her in no uncertain terms
To 'Get out!' and 'Never return!'
But, a toxic culture cannot recognise
a seed of courage when it grows in stillness,
nor measure the cost
of speaking the truth
to ears that no longer listen.
So they pushed her out
and tried to cover it up,
believing they had silenced a problem.
Yet in doing so
they unwittingly created her freedom,
and a void in the organisation
that would never be filled again.
Elara stepped into a new team -
one that valued honesty over ego,
kindness over competition,
humanity over hierarchy.
A place where integrity
was not a threat
but a standard, a modus operandi.
And in that gentle space
she learned something profound:
that being forced out
was, in truth, being set free;
that her quiet nature
was not a flaw to be corrected
but a strength the world needed.
Elara was no longer bound to her past misfortune.
She was like a free bird now,
Like a dove of peace
transforming lives,
rising far beyond the reach
of the toxic vultures before her.
Those vultures circled their own shadows,
feeding on scraps
and the spoils of an unnecessary war.
And through meditation,
and compassion toward others,
Elara became more powerful
than anyone could have possibly imagined
lost by them,
found by herself,
and recognised by others
who unconditionally cared,
So she could live at last
a meaningful life.
#HealingThroughPoetry π️
#QuietCourage π
#IntegrityMatters π
#BraveryAndResilience πͺ
#CompassionTransforms ❤️
Sunday, 23 November 2025
POEM: The Path
The Path
by Adisha Kariyawasam
23 November 2025
Introduction
Every one of us traverses life through choices - some bold, some quiet, many so subtle they barely make a sound. Yet it is these gentle, often unnoticed decisions that shape our character far more deeply than the grand moments we anticipate.
In a world filled with noise, pace and pressure, it is the steady, ethical and compassionate actions that reveal who we are becoming. This poem reflects that truth: that wellbeing is cultivated in mindful, everyday moments; that kindness, connection and dignity matter; and that even the smallest acts of goodness can illuminate the path — not only for ourselves, but for anyone who walks beside us.
πΏ The Path
We all traverse a path.
It is made from a vast pool
of quiet choices
and small moments
where our values take shape —
not in what we say,
but in what we do.
Kindness is not an escape,
nor a prize at the end of striving.
It is the warmth we offer,
the honesty we practise,
the way we soften our voice
when someone needs to feel safe.
It lives in the ethics
we bring to ordinary days:
listening without judgement,
speaking with intention,
acting with courage
even when no one is watching.
It grows in mindful steps -
a morning walk,
a calming breath,
a poem shared (perhaps even one like this?)
to lift and soothe a tired soul;
a melody composed
to bring peace, purpose or dignity
into someone’s busy life.
It grows in gratitude -
for health,
for family,
for work that lets us guide
the uncertain and the hopeful alike.
It grows when kindness moves from theory into practice:
a gentle check-in with a colleague,
and for me, mentoring someone
who carries more than they admit;
lifting someone
who feels unseen in the noise.
When kindness becomes action,
it becomes the measure of our integrity.
And morality is not grand,
nor does it lie on a higher ground.
It is humble.
In boundaries kept, it is found -
in compassion offered wisely,
in standing steady
when others tremble.
And so we pledge -
not to be perfect,
but to be present.
To create more happiness
and less unhappiness;
to nurture our own wellbeing
so we can be a refuge for others;
to connect with those who cross our path
in ways that help them rise.
If one person
finds a moment of comfort,
a sense of belonging,
or a breath of hope
because we chose unconditional kindness —
then the journey is worth it.
For in the end,
a happier world is not a destination.
It is the path itself,
traversed with footprints of
ethics, compassion,
and quiet, everyday love.
— Adisha Kariyawasam
23 November 2025
πΏ #PathOfKindness
π #EthicsInAction
π€ #ConnectedCommunities
π± #MindfulLiving
✨ #WellbeingMatters