@JamesClear We're born as marble and experience shapes us into forms. The chisel first struck me on a Berlin platform after an all-night train journey. My father stuffed our feather pillows into a trash can, frustrated by the extra space they demanded, and I couldn't stop changing since.
These long pandemic hours have made me realize life’s too short for pretending. Here’s what I’ve learned during quarantine about being myself.
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