Loss comes to me sometimes. When the doctor rings in the evening to say: "she is getting worse T", & I have to cling onto the pillows for dear life. I'd like my mother to live a little longer. But loss thinks otherwise. I whisper, "loss, just one more year...just one more year."

Your death will come on an ordinary day, in the middle of unfinished plans, and the world will continue on without you.

I have noticed how people always ask their pain to become useful. They try to turn it into a lesson, or a badge of resilience, fishing for a story somewhere. But sometimes pain can just come as affliction that cannot be converted into anything.

I want the kind of money that lets me show up for my people. Even if I can’t fix everything, i want to at least soften the moment. To send food. To send transport fare. To send ice-cream money on a hard day. I’m tired of only saying “sorry.”

Beautiful movie. Watched it last year. Just beautiful.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴.

this guy literally drops banger after banger:

‼️CHARLES MARTIN GOT HIT SO HARD THAT HE FORGOT HE WAS IN A BOXING MATCH‼️ 🤣🤣🤣🤣 #Boxing #AjagbaMartin #ZuffaBoxing03 💀💀🥊🥊🥊🥊

Suicidal ideation, for many, isn’t about death. It’s about relief. From shame. From feeling overwhelmed constantly. From feeling like a fucking burden. The goal isn’t always “not wanting to be alive” It’s just not wanting to live like this.

You’ll never truly understand abuse, addiction, pregnancy, depression, losing your job, starting from scratch, or losing a parent until it actually happens to you. You can’t fully grasp the weight of loss, struggle, or pain until it hits you.

Whatever authority you hold, hold it with humility and with a clear memory of how easily power distorts judgement. Many people become so comfortable giving orders that they forget how it feels to receive them. But that is the only thing worthy of admiration: service.

Beautiful, sunny morning. You know what, folks: it'll be alright. Not all of it. But something will give. Eventually. And if none does, you will build the resilience for it. And, maybe, if you are lucky, learn to see and soak in the silver linings. Today will be a beautiful day.

You can read all the books. Watch all the documentaries. Listen to all the stories. But nothing, and I mean nothing, will prepare you for certain moments in life until you're standing in them yourself. Marriage. Divorce. Childbirth. Losing someone you love. Parenting. They all

In human relationships - be it friendship, familial, or romantic - I do not believe in managing people. It is me I manage. I offer first, then I adjust accordingly. I work with what I can control. The rest is secondary.

It’s a beautiful world. I refuse to be pessimistic about it. There is devastation, yes. But there is an even bigger basket of wonders. For the good of my heart, I cannot dwell on the tragedies of fate. I am sorry - about it all. But I am happy too. And that’s just the way it is.

One of the things that having bearable problems has made me realise is that you don’t understand how much of your personality is just adaptation until you are finally in a place where you don’t have to survive. You might not even know your real self as you read this.

And one major problem with knowing too much or seeing things clearly is that you lose the ability to participate in certain illusions that make life easier for everyone else.

There were periods in the past when my life felt like a room I was still arranging - nothing was where it should be, so I kept the lights dim to avoid people noticing.

One song where you could literally feel the artiste’s pain in his or her voice. Mine: NF - How Could You Leave Us Kanye West Ft. Pusha T - Runaway Kendrick Lamar - u J. Cole - Breakdown J. Cole - Once an Addict Johnny Cash - Hurt Eminem - Mockingbird Rihanna - Complicated