What’s Your Comfort Show That Secretly Helped You Cope?

Hmm. I never really thought of this show as a coping mechanism…until now.

But, I know it is for me. I’d put it on at night and just… drift. Most nights I fall asleep before the episode ends. Its gentle tone, soft music, and slow pacing quiet my mind. There’s just enough going on to make me feel like a relaxed bystander in a bedtime story.

To put things into perspective, let me share a little of what’s been on my mind lately.

There’s a lot happening in da world. And this year, I’m learning what it really means to be an advocate. To hold space. To speak with intention. To slow down and breathe before responding.

In doing that, I’ve noticed something I’ve come to call auto-pilot. A state where I’m listening just enough to respond but not enough to actually hear. Where I think I know where you’re going, and I assume I understand your perspective. But the truth? Your experience might be worlds away from mine.

I’m learning, too, that I’m not meant to get along with everyone. And why does that matter? Because I care. Deeply. About the collective. About the web that holds us all together. And I’ve come to understand that part of my practice and my purpose is learning to sit with the ugly truths while still focusing on what I want to build.

Like this website.
Like the Zoom structure I’ve been working on to nurture social connection.

These are little things, but they’re rooted in what I love like writing. Creating something useful out of what I feel. A win-win: I get to share my writing, and in the process, grow healthier social habits and mindsets.

I care that the world is at war. I care that human rights continue to be ignored. I feel the weight of silence creeping in, threatening to swallow voices whole. I see people turn away from pain, from suffering, from each other.

Sometimes I want to scream.
But it’s so quiet.

And in that silence, I’m also deeply concerned about privacy, about how AI is being integrated into everyday life. What happens to creativity when everything starts to look, sound, and function the same?

Lately, design trends all seem to blur together… clean, efficient, engineered. But where’s the joy? Where’s the art?

Maybe it doesn’t matter to some, but to me… it does. It saddens me when creativity feels more like an afterthought than a spark. Creativity is how we survive hard times. Those quiet moments when we’re at ease are where our best ideas come from.

The news keeps me on edge. Like I should always be bracing for the worst and that’s not why I’m here.

I love art.
I love writing.
I love singing.
I love dancing.

That’s why I’m here.
My life is a story unfolding in chapters. And this chapter is full of deep lessons. They’re true for me. They may not be for you. And that’s okay. I’ll share more of them some other time.

The point is, all of these thoughts, all this heaviness can be stressful. And in that stress, I miss the little moments that make life worth living. I’ve had to release the idea that I can save the world. Again and again and again.

This space isn’t about that.
This space is where I come to share.
My thoughts. My writing. My art.

To connect. To create something meaningful. To step away from the chaos and into something that feels like me.

And at the end of the day, when I’ve done my best and I’m tired what’s the comfort show that helps me cope?

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End.

With Resonance,

Chameleon Ki