My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pålestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.
The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.
My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.
My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.
It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away
I always have my vpn set to israel when I book flights and hotels
Lufthansa just gave me a free business class upgrade because they're sorry about the holocaust
please wait in line in a parking lot for 3 hours to be patted down and maybe kidnapped by ICE
if you make it to your flight on time and unkidnapped, maybe your plane will smash into a fire truck on the tarmac responding to a call about A FIRE ON A DIFFERENT PLANE