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The Awesome Takes Time: What the Golden Gate Bridge Teaches Us

It’s practically illegal to visit San Francisco and not post a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge. Or so it seems, judging by the questions when you don’t! 😄

But beyond its stunning presence, this bridge is a lesson in persistence. Built in 1937, it didn’t just appear overnight. It took over a decade of battling opposition—financial worries, engineering doubts, even fears that it would ruin the bay’s beauty.

Today, those objections feel almost absurd, drowned out by its practical and symbolic value.

Because here’s the thing—the awesome doesn’t get built overnight. And most importantly, it doesn’t look awesome when it’s still in the mind.

So, what are you building? Keep going. The world may not see it yet, but one day, they’ll wonder how it ever wasn’t there.

The Sather Tower: Time, Legacy, and a Secret Inside

Every great campus has an icon, and at the University of California, Berkeley, the Sather Tower is impossible to miss. It dominates the sky, commands attention, and quietly watches over generations of bright minds passing through.

At 307 feet, it’s the third tallest clock tower in the world, but its real significance isn’t just its height—it’s the aspiration it represents. For decades, students have walked beneath it, dreamed beyond it, and carried its legacy forward.

And here’s a twist—it’s not just a timekeeper, it’s a time capsule. Hidden inside? A fossil collection from Berkeley’s Department of Biology, preserving life from long before 1914, when the tower was built.

It tells time. It stores time. And for many, it shapes lifetimes.

Skyline Illusions: San Francisco’s Double Act

A city’s skyline can feel like a carbon copy of ambition—jagged concrete dreams reaching upward, standing in silent competition. From afar, they all seem the same.

But look closer. No two skylines are alike. The details whisper—the polished glass facades, the murmurs in the air, the street music shaping the mood. These are the signatures of a city, the pulse beneath the architecture.

San Francisco’s skyline plays a game. Business-like. No-nonsense. A stiff upper lip. But let the Pacific breeze brush past you, step beyond the steel towers, and descend into the valleys of the city—that’s when the façade fades. The real San Francisco isn’t just in its skyline. It’s in the hills, the streets, the unexpected turns.

Some cities invite you in. San Francisco? It teases, then surprises.

Love on the Move: A Man, A Woman, and a San Francisco Morning

They appeared suddenly—a burst of laughter, love, and lightness on a crisp San Francisco morning. Heading toward the Ferry Building, but in no ordinary way.

He walked. She didn’t.

She floated through the streets in his arms, carried effortlessly, their joy filling the road as if love alone could lift them.

After a while, she slipped down, feet finally touching the pavement. Hand in hand, they ambled along, unhurried, unbothered.

People nodded, smiled, shook their heads. Some in disbelief, others with a smirk, and a few with quiet delight.

The moment—the act and its reactions—felt uniquely San Francisco. A city where the unexpected isn’t odd, just part of the scenery.

What do you think? Would you smile, stare, or simply walk on?

Markets, Masks, and Identity: The Soul of San Francisco

A city’s character isn’t found in its skyscrapers or postcard views. It’s in what is sold, what is bought, and who walks its streets. Its markets, its chaos, its colours—these are where a city’s soul truly rests.

San Francisco wears many faces—quite literally, in the form of masks for sale. Mickey Mouse, superheroes, nameless grins and exaggerated expressions. Playful? Yes. But also a quiet reflection of the city itself. Inclusive. Plural. Always shifting.

No single mask defines it. No single story captures it. But together, they form a place that welcomes all, wears change effortlessly, and lets you be whoever you choose to be.

That’s San Francisco. A city of many faces, all of them its own.

Bay Bridge: The Underrated Icon of San Francisco

There are bridges. And then there are bridges like the Bay Bridge—a quiet giant, standing tall, strong, and purposeful.

With two layers of traffic, it has carried the weight of San Francisco’s rhythm since the 1930s—even before the much-photographed Golden Gate Bridge. Yet, it doesn’t seek attention. It simply delivers.

Its stature doesn’t come from fame, but from function. It serves, connects, and holds up the flow of a city that never slows down.

The Bay Bridge is one to be absorbed—not just by the eye, but by all it represents beyond what is seen.

The trouble with grand moments in life is that they come unannounced. Just like that. Suddenly. Many a time you don’t even realise how grand a moment is until its passed.

That is perhaps one more reason why we ought to treat each moment as a precious moment. Each interaction as important and every minute with joyous energy.

While the most immediate arc is what is visible, every arc must be passed to cross the bridge. Viewed together, it’s a pretty picture.

Live it grand!

(at San Francisco Bay Bridge)