Your brain is infrastructure. Maintain it before it collapses. There is a strange kind of pride in exhaustion. We celebrate long hours and burnt coffee as if they were medals of honor, proof that our lives matter because they are overflowing. Somewhere along the way, “busy” became a synonym for “important.” It usually starts as […]

Success is cheaper when you are not paying with your values. It usually begins innocently. A small request. A deadline that tightens like a knot. A favor disguised as opportunity. Someone says, “Just this once.” And the room nods, because compromise always starts in chorus. Ambition loves that sound. It is music made of urgency. It tells us we are

Leadership rarely begins with clarity. It begins with a fogged mirror, streaked by decisions made in haste, smudged by pride, and blurred by the need to appear certain. Most leaders spend their early days protecting the image, not improving the reflection. They hide flaws under strategy, call avoidance composure, and confuse stillness with control. But mirrors

A field manual for leading those who have never known dial-up. They walk in with confidence, not certificates. They ask “why” before “how,” and they expect the workplace to answer back like a search bar. Meet the new generation of managers, born after Google, fluent in shortcuts but allergic to silence. I once watched a

Once a year, my high school friends and I gather. Not just any high school friends, this is a philosophy group born out of an elite, brain-stretching school, where we all scattered into different industries over the decades: professors, executives, entrepreneurs, consultants, owners. These evenings are a mix of wine, warmth, and words that spiral

Confession: I wrote a management book. But here is the real question: could Labyrinth of Management become one of the best management books to read in 2026? I know—just what the world needs, another one. Between Facebook executives, Yale graduates, and Forbes-backed leadership titles, the last thing the shelves were waiting for was my voice.

There are moments in life when you don’t yet realise you’re witnessing history — but you feel it in your bones. It was the early 2000s. My 15-year-old son was up in the attic, deeply focused on his computer. But not in the way most teenagers were back then — he wasn’t gaming or chatting

Fast forward a few years. I was now a first-time manager.  Our boss, the company owner, Mr. Müd, walked in one day with a surprise.  No speech, no memo. Just a stack of boxes. Inside each box? A Macintosh computer. One for every employee.  “And a printer,” he added casually. “Now you’re your own secretaries. Write your memos

When I became a manager for the first time, I had no map. There were goals, deadlines, and expectations — but no guidebook for the awkward silences, the unspoken tensions, or the moments when I doubted myself more than my team did. Back then, management books for first-time managers were rare. If you were lucky,

There was a time when the company’s only PCs belonged to the secretary.I had to ask for permission just to use one. My boss, no manual, no softness, simply said:“You will learn this computer stuff. I assume you are not stupid.” That was how my relationship with this new technology began.No handholding. No hype.Just a