change
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When Someone Needs Space and You Learn How to Breathe Inside It
Embrace the slow unraveling of armor, where true strength lies in softness and presence.
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Stoicism, Stories, and the Softening of My Armour
I used to wear Stoicism like armour.
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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.