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In a third-world country, survival is a full-time job. Building wealth is a second job. Trying to enjoy your life with whatever is left is practically a miracle.
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We CANNOT even afford hobbies. We CANNOT afford to go out with friends. We CANNOT afford to exist anywhere outside our homes. They then call it a mental health crisis. It's not. It's an affordability crisis.
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I still cannot believe humans were gifted a planet full of trees, fruit, water, animals and sunshine and then they invented debt, capitalism and war.
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The worst part about being from a third-world country is watching your potential get consumed by problems that should not exist in the first place.
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Don't be selfish and think only about yourself. Be sensitive to the needs of others. If you want people to respect your time, respect theirs.
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Dear GOD, restore the parts of me that disappeared while I was trying to survive. Bring back my laughter, hope, creativity, tenderness, and excitement about life. I don’t want to merely function anymore; I want to feel alive again. Amen.
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If money wasn’t a problem, I’d probably spend my whole life studying.
A master’s in philosophy, then astrophysics, physics, ancient history, psychology… Whatever makes me understand this weird existence a little better.
Not for a career, not for a degree.
Just because there’s so much to know and one lifetime already feels too short.
One rare or even nonexistent experience:
Being stuck in a traffic jam in jalan wiyung due to the infamous cows.






















