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The Meaning We Create, Again and Again
Real ikigai isn’t a destination. It’s the pulse beneath the day.
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Choosing Hope Anyway
Hope used to feel naive to me, like pretending the cracks in the wall weren’t there.
Real ikigai isn’t a destination. It’s the pulse beneath the day.
Hope used to feel naive to me, like pretending the cracks in the wall weren’t there.