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Sometimes I fantasize about disappearing.

Not dying.

Just logging off.

Getting a job no one cares about.

Growing tomatoes.

Writing poems in the margins of a notebook no one reads.

Not as a failure.

But as a kind of freedom.

It's hard to think of an action more damaging to American greatness, or insulting to American freedom, than cutting off cancer research to punish a university for failing to align politically with the current government.

(What feels like an) unpopular opinion: There is so much more to aging than weighted vests, magnesium, and a hundred grams of protein.

There is contentment in finally realizing who (and what) brings you peace. There is bravery in being okay with walking away from what no longer serves you. There is the acknowledgement that we bring enough to the table, just as we are - No faking or forcing required.

The weighted vest? Sure, it’s beneficial. But there is no vest heavy enough to compare to the weight (and worth) of mental peace.

Stop clinging to the broken version of the person you love.

You weren’t called to fix them.

You were called to trust the God who can.

You don’t have to carry their healing. You just have to stop standing in the way of it.

“i asked chatgpt—“

okay well i asked the moon and she said you’re a fucking loser for that