Dear,
You have been so kind to everyone, had a lot on ur shoulders, yet you managed to deliver.
Everything comes with a cost and u have been pushing ur energy so much, telling urself that u will make it up later..
Sad to say dear that it’s too late.
Thanks,
Your wasted soul.
I am fully convinced that 2019 was the last normal year we ever had. Ever since then, it feels like everything’s broken. Everyone is constantly anxious, time moves too fast, and nothing actually feels real anymore. The world as we knew it is just gone
If your father or mother is above 67, please pause and read this slowly.
At that age, life begins to feel different for them. The world moves faster, but their bodies move slower. The things they once did effortlessly now require effort. Their strength is not what it used to be, and even if they don’t say it, they feel it.
What they need now is not pressure. Not stress. Not arguments about money or past mistakes. They need stability. They need reassurance. They need to feel safe.
If they have savings, protect it. This is not the stage for risky investments or “let’s try this opportunity.” It is the stage for preservation. Capital safety matters more than high returns. Peace of mind matters more than profit.
If they depend on you financially, don’t see it as a burden. See it as a privilege. The same hands that once carried you are now weaker. The same voices that defended you now speak softer. Support them with dignity, not pity.
And beyond money, give them something deeper.
Call them without being in a hurry.
Sit with them without checking your phone every two minutes.
Let them repeat stories you’ve heard before. One day, you will wish to hear those stories again.
At 67 and above, what they truly fear is not death. It is loneliness. It is feeling forgotten.
Take care of their health. Help them organize their documents. Make sure they are not being financially manipulated. Protect them from stress. But most importantly, protect their heart.
Because one day, the chair they sit on will be empty.
And no amount of money will buy back one more conversation.
A silent killer with zero bullets!
Crazy how these thoughts living in your head can drain your energy until you become shallow, just a living body with dead soul.
5 years ago if i met my today’s version of myself, i wouldn’t have recognized myself and i guess i would have asked so many questions of how and why and when this happened.
- Well, my dear friend a lot can happen in 5 years. Enjoy the ride and hang on tight
الدنيا بايخه اوي ورتمها سريع فيها ايام حلوه وايام قادره تخسف بيك الارض واديها ماشيه ، طب لو فقدت احساسي بالايام الحلوه ؟ لو بقي كله عادي ومفيش حاجه تعلي معاك او تقويك في ايام البايخه يبقي مهما كنت بطل وخارق ، مسيرك برضو نفسك هيقطع ..بوخت اوي