My professional life was in disarray. I gained a lot of weight, lost friends, and my finances were in shambles. My mental state was barely holding on.
In short, it was not my lucky year.
And I didn’t even have a black cat back then.
No More "Good Luck" Living with a Black Cat
I Was Nowhere Before I Found Minimalism
It was in the dead of the night, and a friend messaged he needed company.
Naturally, I rushed to meet him.
While we talked, I couldn’t help but feel irritated; he kept on checking his phone and would momentarily ignore me.
I sat in silence, appalled, as I know this person has been usually sensitive. And attentive.
The Wisdom of Surfing
No palpitation nor an urge to check tour packages online when I see the exhilarating look on my friends’ faces while they ride (and struggle) on their surf boards.
I’m glad for them.
After all, the world is on the brink of destruction and they will be the last generation to experience the waves without the trash.
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