being unemployed feels peaceful until you start running out of money. then the freedom turns into anxiety, and the quiet days start feeling terrifying.
my father was my first heartbreak, not because he cheated, not because he left me without a reason, but because he left me forever before i could give him all the things i dreamed of giving him.
the hardest part of losing someone is having new stories they will never hear. you still want to tell them about the little things that happened today, the things that made you laugh, the things you wish they could have seen.
one of the nicest things about working is meeting people you never would have known if life hadn't placed you in the same workplace.
no one gets to decide whose grief hurts more. you do not know what someone carries when they go home, what memories return at night, or how much strength it takes to get through an ordinary day. some people cry. some people don't. some talk about it.
"you're too ambitious" yeah, i got hired for a job i had zero experience in. so believe me when i say being ambitious and confident will take you far.
y'all ever get pissed off at somebody's negative mindset, like why do you want to be miserable so bad.
what's the point of being highly educated if you still look down on waiters, cleaners, security guards and people who have less than you?