Best part of my job is watching middle aged men flounder like fish out of water when given basic queries then somehow making it my fault for asking. Imagine being so insecure that a basic question or statement sends you into defensive mode. Must be exhausting being you.
Your mind is programmable. Every conversation, piece of content, environment, and repeated thought is shaping the way you see yourself and the world. If you donโt consciously decide what deserves your attention, society will happily decide for you.
36 hours since I got back home and somehow Iโve already hired a random drunk guy to tar my porch for RM500 and brought my dead father back to life for a quick phone conversation because safety first.
Anyways, home sweet home. ๐ฅณ๐คทโโ๏ธ๐คฃ
Life fucking loves you. Things work out for you. Doors open for you. Money comes to you. Love finds you. People remember you. Opportunities want you. You keep getting lucky in ways that make you laugh because of course it worked out for you again.
Of course it did. It always does. It always has.
Iโm aware of whoโs around, who may not wish me well. I genuinely donโt feel the need to prove anything. I know my own heart. At the end of it all, life and the universe reflects what we put into it. Iโm grateful for the blessings that remind me Iโm on the right path. ๐ค
Life has tested me in so many ways but looking back, Iโve been blessed beyond what I couldโve ever imagined. So how do I dwell on the pain when I have so much more to be grateful for?
Definitely have guardian angels above and around me looking out for me. ๐ค๐๏ธ