Too early for May photo dump? Anyway…
F1: Eiffel Tower by night: Paris, France 🇫🇷
F2: Schönbrunn Palace: Vienna, Austria 🇦🇹
F3: Brugge, Belgium 🇧🇪
F4: Amsterdam canals by night: Netherlands 🇳🇱
@mmarkgm one time i mer a guy at the shittiest dive bar in my town who told me he was an arms dealer. “doesn’t matter if i’m in aspen, st. croix, hong kong — if they call me and tell me the deal is on, i’m there in 24 hours.” then he put his coat on the wrong way and fell down.
i hate poverty so much.
It turns you into a people pleaser. You avoid conflict because you can't afford to lose access, help, opportunities.
It makes you overexplain. You feel the need to justify your existence, choices, or mistakes , it shuts you up.
Ego death has taken me to a point where I don't feel the need to be special to anyone. I love my friends but I don't wanna position myself as the one who should be invited to everything, I don't wanna be the favorite child, I'm okay with being seen as ordinary.
We did some maths with a relative on rental property and the conclusion was that you only invest in real estate as a retirement plan.
Unawekelea kama 10-15yrs before hanging the boots ndio ukisharudi Olkalou kuchunga your 7 goats and 2 cows unajua mshande inaingia tu without any cost of finance eating your head.
Most immigrants go through several phases before fully settling into life abroad. Until those phases are exhausted, there is always that lingering thought: perhaps, just perhaps, life might have been better back home. It is this tension between belonging here and longing for there, this permanently divided identity, that makes the immigrant experience so distinct.
They would have regretted staying too. Regret is mostly just nostalgia. Stay, go: you will regret something. My advice, go and regret where you can actually improve your life if you put in the work. They will be alright.
Easiest way to die. Oncoming driver focuses on the blinding beam of your headlight, drifts towards you, munaumana. When you go to salvage yards, very many vehicles have side impacts from the front sababu ya hii tabia.
The unspoken rules of a traditional African ceremony:
1. Do not arrive on time. You don't want to seem too eager, especially for a burial, or an eating ceremony. Let it seem that they dragged you out of a pressing activity like weeding your farm. Delay a bit. If you made it early, wait for others to start trickling in.
2. Do not walk in alone with your arms behind your back. Join a group walking in. If they laugh, laugh. If they clap, clap. A man who walks alone is evil. He is afraid people will discover his evil spirit if he joined them.
3. When they call for food, pretend you didn't hear the call. Continue with the conversation among your kin. They will call a second time, raise your head, but do not move. They will come and call you a third time. Now you can go. Again, it is important that you do not seem too eager to the eating table. It will be said you went there for food only.
4. If you are gluttonous, try and be funny that we may ascribe your gluttony to silliness rather than to what it actually is. You can't eat more than us and still look like Iddi Amin. We will beat you.
5. City people are revered. It is not that we do not value our own, but it is important that guests go with a good impression of us. So we will give them the best seats, and first servings. We may not have but our reputation does not have to suffer as well.
6. When you are called to give a speech, start by telling us who your father is. His name is very important. Then you will see the elders nod their heads, mumbling that you really are your father's son or daughter. Just as intelligent and brave. It is very important that you have a father in African ceremonies. Dead or alive, his name remains.
7. If the person beside you falls amd starts mumbling incoherently and sweating, this especially common among women in burial ceremonies, do not run. It is the spirit of grief that has seized her. They will come pick her up, take her outside under a tree to cool. The spirit of grief brings high fever. It needs cooling in the shade.
8. If you came with a car, offer to leave with a few kinsmen. When they complain that they will soil your car with their dirty feet, and they will, you must insist that the car was already dirty even if you just brought it from a car wash.
9. With the car, it is important that you drop your kinsmen at their gates so that the neighbors will see that they have "big" connections in the city. This will shield them againt harassment by a malicious neighbor with ill intent.
10. If you are a handsome bachelor, a villager will tell you about their daughter who is also in the city. In the university or working somewhere. They will give you her number. Tell you to call her. You guys should know each other. They are hooking you up. If none offers and you are a bachelor, I will not speak. If I speak, you will say I am insulting you.
I’ve explained to many young people who were early in their corporate careers a piece of advice I received from a prior boss that stuck with me: “no matter how high up the ladder you climb, your job stays the same: make your boss look good to their boss. that’s it. do that, sky is the limit. fail to do that, you’ll never make it past glorified analyst”
One of the things you lie to yourself when young is that people just wake up and make monumentally bad decisions,the mistake that breaks you is never the first mistake,usually it’s a culmination of bad choices that never seemed to matter till one did and broke you publicly
Massively. Big distance makes good habits harder. You can get a job closer to work and just find yourself losing weight. All of a sudden gym is possible. All of a sudden you’re not too tired to cook. Your social life picks up cos you can accommodate after work drinks with friends. You can be a whole different person simply by working closer to home.
It cannot be overstated how extraordinary the rate of change was. In 1910 40% of the world was ruled by one of 5 centuries old monarchical dynasties: The Romanovs, the Habsburgs, the Hohenzollerns, the House of Osman, and the Qing Dynasty. A decade later, all of them were gone.
There is a Japanese legend that says, if you missed the bus, maybe you avoided the accident. If you got rejected, maybe you were saved from the wrong place. If they left, maybe they made room for who is coming. The universe protects you in ways that look like bad luck at first. Trust the detour.
the fastest way to kill motivation is to make your identity depend on the outcome. it’s called ego involvement. when failing becomes failing as a person, your brain starts avoiding the whole thing. not because you don’t care, but because you care too much.