What are some life hacks that you practice?
Sharing knowledge is growing knowledge—a golden rule of living, especially for tacit knowledge.
Today, explicit and tacit knowledge alike circulate worldwide through thousands of online platforms. But which is real? What can truly improve living?
The sharing of life hacks predates the internet. I was blessed with two life hackers of my own.
In childhood, my mother packed raw sea salt into my decayed tooth while awaiting dental treatment. It eased the pain briefly, though it did not cure. Still, I was grateful for this traditional hack—a momentary relief.
Another surprise came at a private club. Over beef fondue with friends, the chef dropped a small piece of unpeeled potato into the boiling oil. Curious, I asked what it could possibly do. He revealed the magic—it stops the sizzling oil from spilling onto diners’ faces—and it surely did.
Today, such tips—good or bad—spread explosively and unstoppably online. Yet this is not entirely cost-free. Some impractical or dangerous tricks waste time, or even inflict harm. Toothpaste on a hot dog to brush your teeth while eating, or mixing spaghetti and meat sauce in a tumble dryer—these cause health hazards or damage appliances. Discernment, not appetite, must be our guide.
As for me, what do I practise? Not many living tips, but more on light to life. Not on what makes living easier, but on why we live—and how we truly live a forever-lasting life.
Here my sharing shifts in scope. As a follower of Christ, I walk the talk—and I talk about the walk. I live by faith, not in fear of missing the races online. Through my blog, I share Biblical knowledge, my personal testimony, and testimonies I have witnessed. Likewise, other bloggers, YouTubers, and the like share theirs. It does not matter what we share, so long as it makes humanity better.
As I gaze at the sunset, I write these lines to conclude today’s sharing.
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✨ Living · Life ✨
Living is not life, and life is not living—
yet a life without living is no life at all.
Life—not one’s own to keep,
living—the choice one makes.
In silken robes, a snare lies concealed;
when passion’s play is done, all fades to emptiness revealed.
To act or not to act—how hard to know;
who takes delight in reaching a heart serene and slow?
Those who leave their names on history’s page—
the web floods over, their dwellings empty grow.
Those whose hearts are pure, who dwell in quietude—
ascend the sacred scroll, forever undeleted.
Before the final curtain falls and all depart,
history’s page or the sacred scroll—
only you and I may choose where to go.
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