I want to be rich. But not Lamborghini
or Rolex rich, I want to be rich enough to go to the gym at 3pm and nobody can tell me no. To tap the family in front of me at the supermarket and say, "It's on me," Rich enough that my future wife never has to worry about getting a job. Rich enough to show my children the world, not pictures of it. Rich enough to take my friends to dinner and say, "| got this", Rich enough that God uses me to help the people who are in need. That's my version of rich.
Kemarin sempet liat post ini lewat. Gue heran kenapa post kayak gini doang bisa 4juta views (waktu itu)
*Biasanya kalo ada post viral selalu gue analyze
Waktu baca komen teratas ga ada yg aneh. Pada bahas tentang lembur/overwork
Gue pikir mungkin orang2 banyak yg relate makanya rame. Walaupun agak anomali juga sampai 4juta views
Ternyata baru tau kalo orang yang di post ini meninggal gara2 overwork 😭
That’s why postingannya rame.
Innalilahi
I accidentally sent “I miss you” to my ex.
He replied:
“Wrong person?”
I didn’t answer… because it wasn’t.
I stared at the message for minutes, heart racing, pride fighting with everything I actually felt.
Then I finally typed:
“No.”
He replied almost instantly:
“Took you long enough.”
I froze.
All this time, I thought I was the only one pretending.🥹🥹🥰
After a certain age, your parents slowly become your children. They ask simple questions, repeat stories, and depend on your patience the way you once depended on theirs. Very few understand this role reversal.What looks like innocence or inconvenience is really time coming full circle. Don't correct them harshly. Don't rush them. Care for them the way they once protected you. This is not a burden. It is repayment.
Gausah edgy kalau om tante di kampung nanya
"kapan lolos? kapan kerja? kapan nikah?"
karna mereka taunya cuma itu. masa expect mereka nanya "integrasi OpenClaw ke telegram caranya gimana?"
jawab baik-baik aja. dan jangan ulangi ke anak/ponakan kelak
toh ketemu juga jarang
beberapa momen kecil yg bikin perasaan kita jadi ‘aneh’.. berasa kosong.. nostalgia, perasaan campur aduk ga jelas:
- malam terakhir di rumah sebelum pulang ke rantauan
- hujan malam hari, saat lagi sendirian di rumah
- nonton tv malam hari, saat orang2 rumah udah pada tidur
- jalan ke rumah sendiri, balik dari acara besar (ketemu banyak orang)
- hari terakhir kerja di suatu tempat, pas pulangnya berasa aneh
- menyadari chat dgn seseorang sudah lama ga berlanjut
- ngeliat orang tua kita, tiba2 terasa lebih tua
- bangun pagi sendiri, saat orang rumah masih tidur semua
- apalagi kira???
I told my therapist:
“I’m not suicidal…
but I’m tired in a way that scares me.”
She didn’t brush it off.
She didn’t say “everyone gets tired.”
She didn’t tell me to think positive.
She said softly:
You realize that at some point in life, your parents slowly become like your children. They ask simple questions, repeat stories and depend on your patience the same way you once depended on theirs
Ada yg ngeh kenapa di gambar ini ada ilustrasi wasit bawa papan dg teks "Subuh +8"?
Karena menurut Muhammadiyah, waktu Subuh di Indonesia saat ini terlalu pagi, sehingga Muhammadiyah dg ilmu hisabnya memutuskan untuk menambah waktu 8 menit dari yg sudah ditentukan sebelumnya.
Jadi, kalau ikut Muhammadiyah, ada bonus 8 menit waktu Sahurnya. 😂
Perhatiin temenmu
kalau dia cerita dia habis tidur lamaaa banget, bangun, tidur lagi...
Ajak ke luar rumah, ajak ngopi.
Ajak nyari angin.
Ajak liat yang ijo-ijo.
Orang yang pikirannya lagi penuh, depresi, SALAH SATU coping mechanism-nya adalah tidur yang lama.
Mentalnya perlu diselamatkan.
my therapist told me, "stop assuming people are mad at you. Stop attempting to read people's minds. stop trying to manage the thoughts and emotions of others. let people be in charge of themselves. if they have something to say to you they will and if they don't it is their responsibility not yours. overthinking kills happiness" and that hit me like a brick.