reflection
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🚗 They Were Trying to Keep Me Alive
For years, I focused on everything my parents didn’t give me. Then I slowed down and realized something else entirely. Looking back, I can finally see how much of their lives was spent simply trying to keep me alive. Continue reading
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“✏️ Maybe Writing Is Just Another Way of Drawing”
For years I wondered what writing would eventually do for me. One late night, I realized I had been asking the wrong question. Maybe writing isn’t about becoming something. Maybe it’s simply another way of drawing—only now, the pencil is made of words. Continue reading
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“Seven Minutes”
What if gravity disappeared for only seven minutes? Maybe we’d stop worrying, step outside, and spend a few moments floating together beneath the stars. Continue reading
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“You Never See the Compounding”
Most people notice results. Very few notice accumulation. The individual action rarely looks impressive. The compounding does. Continue reading
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”Small Things Become Big Things”
I used to think food was just something that stopped hunger. I didn’t realize it was also building tomorrow’s version of me Continue reading
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“Calibration”
This whole week I was a different kind of tired. Not work tired. Rumination tired. The kind of exhaustion that comes from emotionally circling yourself with no resolution. Continue reading
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“A Different Kind of Tired.”
This whole week I was a different kind of tired. Not work tired. Rumination tired. The kind of exhaustion that comes from circling the same thoughts over and over without resolution. Continue reading
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“I just wanted to go to the reading section”
I never really understood the point of school back then. What I remember most is the reading corner. Bean bags. Kid books. A quiet little area where I just wanted to exist. Continue reading
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“I Am Becoming Conscious of Now”
For years I lived in pressure, fear, and survival mode. Now I think I’m finally learning how to notice life while it’s happening. Continue reading
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“Maybe fragments are enough sometimes.”
📓 May 21, 2026 — 10:36 a.m. Okay, I am trying to relax and sit here in my studio. I am going to reminisce about a moment in my past because I tend to always attack sadness head on. Maybe too often. ⸻ Back somewhere between 2009 and 2012, I was doing late-night deliveries in… Continue reading