the last thing i ever want to lose is the way i love, the way i care too deeply, the way i still choose kindness even when it isnโt returned. i hope that part of me stays, despite everything, despite everyone, despite all the reasons not to.
Long weekends just make me realise how much I hate working for a living. Like Iโm not refreshed and eager to go back. What I am is devastated my run of afternoon naps & pottering about reading books is drawing to a close.
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.