Koxie's Diaries

  Summertime is often the busiest season for holidays and travel, thanks to school breaks, pleasant weather, and long vacations. Families and individuals pack their bags with excitement, heading out in search of fun and adventure. For me, summer trips come with mixed feelings. On one hand, I look forward to a much-needed break. On the other hand, I dread the chaos of crowded airports, the long queues, endless security checks, and the fear of missing connecting flights or losing luggage. I would skip that part of any trip if I could. On one such trip, I arrived early, as usual, to avoid the rush. While standing in line, I observed other travelers and found myself guessing their stories. One family of seven (I'll call them  the Speeds ) caught my attention. They rushed in, clearly late for their flight, pushing a trolley overloaded with suitcases. Each parent and child had two bags, plus carry-ons and handbags. The parents looked stressed as airline staff began weighing their...

  Trophies and crowns have always been symbols of human achievement and honor. Whether it's a golden cup or a crown on the head of a newly crowned monarch, these items speak of value and significance. A trophy is an emblem of triumph often earned after great effort, it gives a sense of accomplishment and recognition. A crown, though more commonly associated with royalty and inherited power, is also a symbol of dignity, authority, and honor. It distinguishes a king from his subjects and is a visible sign of status and reverence. Both trophies and crowns are often made from precious metals such as gold and are adorned with rare gems to enhance their beauty and symbolic worth. Coronation crowns, in particular, are rarely worn; they are kept secure, only brought out for the most significant ceremonial moments. Those who receive such symbols often display them proudly and guard them closely. But here’s the deeper question:  what do these “crowns” represent in our personal lives? ...

The other day, while taking my early morning walk around my estate, I noticed a security guard in a soldier's uniform, stationed outside a high-fenced mansion clearly belonging to a “big man.” The uniform he wore was old, torn, and looked like it hadn’t been washed in weeks. It was obvious he hadn’t bathed either. His hair was unkempt, his shirt half-buttoned with a pot belly sticking out, worn-out bathroom slippers on his feet, and a chewing stick dangling from his mouth. He sat lazily under a tree, staring at passersby with an air of authority, as if he truly believed he was someone to be feared or revered. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and muttered to myself, “So this one too would call himself a soldier in an army? Wow!” To him, he was the authority in charge of that neighborhood and expected respect. But I couldn’t help wondering: if a gang of armed robbers were to attack that house, would he be able to command any respect or put up a fight, especially looking the...