@RealMilli0n@ezevictorc@ronkecarew I dont think you’re talking from the perspective of being a parent,when you have one you will understand the situation.Ire oooo
I left a London nightclub with a pocket full of cash but regained consciousness five months later in a hospital.
That experience changed how I see life, money, and everything in between.
I used to work different roles in London nightclubs. Washing cups, cleaning floors, sometimes in the toilets (the “peke” shift), where you hand people perfume and smile for tips.
That was the coveted shift.
If you were friendly, you could go home with a good amount of tips.
I guarded my tips like treasure. That money helped me survive as a student.
Then, one night, everything changed.
I finished work… and ended up arrested.
I suffered a mental health crisis that kept me in the hospital for five months (Section 3 MHA).
For most of that time, I didn’t even know where I was.
When I finally read my medical report, I cried.
Page after page described my confusion, my silence, my brokenness.
When I got out, the world had moved on.
A different song was now No. 1 on the charts, and surprisingly, my phone had stopped ringing.
Upon discharge, a nurse handed me an envelope. Inside were the tips I guarded so tightly that night.
That was my Memento Mori moment.
The things you cling to the hardest are often the first to be taken from you.
We come into this world empty-handed.
And that is exactly how we will leave.
So, what are you gripping so hard today?
Money? Pride? Fear?
Let it go.
Keep it simple.
Pray. Try your best. Leave the rest to God.
You will die one day.
Your haters will, too.
So… what is the big deal?
If this spoke to you, share it. Someone out there needs the reminder.
I am rooting for you.
God bless you.
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