Read books. Read articles. Read research papers. Listen to music. Listen to podcasts. Listen to people who think differently from you. Dance to the songs you love. Go swimming. Go for a walk without carrying your phone. Go hiking. Go for coffee hopping. Buy magazines.
Go watch The Voice of Hind Rajab in theatres. Let that child’s voice echo in our ears until the day we all die. Let all the children we failed in wars be born in a heaven alongside the seas for them to be free spirited and play outdoors.
How are your wives ok with this shit? Like imagine the women started a channel mocking the husbands year after year.
VjSiddhu vum pondatti pathi pesi than tension panan ivanga mothalenthe ippadi. Men can't get together and have fun without being misogynistic.
i think the saddest part about growing up is realizing nobody is coming to save you. The version of you that’s exhausted, scared, and overwhelmed still has to wake up and keep going tomorrow.