There’s Something About Midnight Flights.
It is 1:17 AM and you are at the gate and the airport is a different country at this hour. The coffee shops are half-lit. The passage of the bookstore seems more comforting- maybe because of
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The Town I Grew Up In Doesn’t Exist Anymore.
I went back last year. The lane looks the same. The town now has a new coat of gray instead of the greens - a colour I would not have chosen, but I guess capitalism forced it.
I Became a Morning Person and Lost a Part of My Personality.
I wake up at 5:45 or 6am now. I have a routine. A walk, sometimes. A journal I write three pages in before my brain has fully decided to participate.
Adulthood Smells Like a Floor Cleaner.
Somewhere between being sixteen and now, someone forgot to mention that most of the adulthood would be administrative.
Nobody said: you will spend a Thursday afternoon calculating
A library doesn’t let you leave the same.
They say you can't judge a book by its cover, but I believe you can judge a soul by the way their eyes light up when they walk into a library. There's something almost sacred…
I said it out loud in a conference room.
The room fell silent for a moment. Twenty-three faces turned toward me, some curious, some skeptical, a few rolling their eyes at what they probably thought was another "AI is taking over the world" rant.…
The Lost Art of Finding Joy in Little Things
When did we stop noticing the way sunlight filters through curtains in the morning? When did we become too busy to feel the warmth of a genuine smile from a stranger? "Somewhere between chasing dreams…