i love it when people care. about words, about meaning, about each other, about what we mean to one another, about the world we’re making—or could make
I’m increasingly convinced that emotional control is the ultimate sign of personal growth. The ability to remain unshaken by the little collisions and inconveniences of life. To avoid assigning false narratives to everyday slights. That’s when you take control of your own life.
The smallest unit of agency is a deliberate deviation from your default trajectory, in service of a self-endorsed goal, despite internal or external friction.
“sorry for trauma dumping” bro i literally love and care for you? it’s an honour to learn about the complex and subtle ways that life has shaped you? i hope to be your trusted friend and confidant for the rest of my days?