WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Small stories about people, places, and the things we almost miss.

[🫧 @lunecrumbss]

calm blue sea serenity 💙

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MOTIVATION vs. DISCIPLINE — Show Up Anyway

One waits to feel motivated. The other lays a brick every day, even in the rain.

Motivation gets you started. Discipline keeps you building. Small daily actions turn into big results.

#MotivationVsDiscipline #Consistency #DailyProgress #LifeLessons #Stickman #WhatHappensNext

[𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 @purelivn]

my favorite weather

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IMPATIENCE vs. PATIENCE — Growth Takes Time

One pours everything at once and watches the plant wilt. The other gives it a little care each day and watches it bloom.

You can’t rush growth. Small, consistent efforts make a difference.

#ImpatienceVsPatience #GrowthTakesTime #Consistency #LifeLessons #Stickman #WhatHappensNext

[𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 @purelivn]

sunset

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never stop hoping

[✶ @echoesofworld]

New York City

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FAST vs. SLOW — Steady Steps Win

One rushes and falls. The other takes each hurdle slowly and reaches the finish line.

You don’t have to be the fastest to reach your goal. Find your pace and keep moving forward.

#FastVsSlow #SlowAndSteady #KeepGoing #LifeLessons #Stickman

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EP.2 — PERFECT vs DONE

#motivation

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Done — Episode 1 locked exactly to your brief.

#motivation

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My coworker has been pretending to understand Excel for three years.

Nobody knew.

Including him.

Yesterday, our manager asked him to fix a spreadsheet.

He stared at the screen.

“Sure.”

The confidence was extraordinary.

For twenty minutes, he clicked things.

Cells changed colors.

Columns disappeared.

At one point, the entire spreadsheet became bold.

I watched from across the room.

“You know what you’re doing?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Should I help?”

“No. They think I’m good at this.”

Apparently, this was bigger than the spreadsheet.

This was reputation management.

Then our manager walked over.

“How’s it going?”

My coworker leaned back.

“I’m cleaning up the formulas.”

There were no formulas.

The manager nodded.

“Great.”

And walked away.

I had just witnessed two people successfully complete a conversation about nothing.

Eventually, my coworker found the Undo button.

The spreadsheet returned to normal.

He saved it.

Our manager opened the file.

“Perfect. Much cleaner.”

My coworker looked at me.

I looked at him.

He has been promoted to Senior Analyst.

I have started lying about PowerPoint.

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Every Sunday, a man came to the same coffee shop and ordered two cappuccinos.

He sat at a table by the window.

One coffee in front of him.

One across from him.

Nobody ever joined him.

The first few times, I assumed he had been stood up.

Then I noticed something strange.

He always smiled.

He read the newspaper.

Drank his coffee.

Sometimes he even spoke quietly to the empty chair.

After a few months, the barista stopped asking what he wanted.

Two cappuccinos.

Every Sunday.

One morning, a new employee brought only one.

The man didn’t complain.

He just looked at the empty side of the table.

The older barista noticed.

She immediately made another.

She placed it across from him.

“Sorry, Margaret.”

The man laughed.

So did she.

That was how I learned her name.

Margaret had been his wife for forty-three years.

Sunday morning coffee had been their thing.

She had died two years earlier.

I expected the story to become sad.

It didn’t.

The man took a sip and looked at the empty chair.

“She would’ve complained about the foam.”

The barista inspected the second cup.

“She’s right.”

They both laughed.

And I understood something.

Sometimes missing someone doesn’t look like crying.

Sometimes it looks like ordering their coffee anyway.

[𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 @mira_beant]

there are truly so many beautiful things in this world

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In Thailand, motorcycle taxi drivers wear numbered orange vests.

This makes them look extremely official.

And they are.

Just not always for motorcycles.

Ask where a building is.

They know.

Ask which street floods when it rains.

They know.

Ask where to find good noodles at midnight.

They know three places and have opinions about all of them.

Once, I watched a tourist show an address to a motorcycle taxi driver.

The driver studied it.

Then called another driver over.

Then another.

Within thirty seconds, six orange vests were standing around one phone.

A committee had been formed.

There was pointing.

There was disagreement.

One man zoomed in on Google Maps.

Another pushed the phone away like Google had personally offended him.

Finally, the oldest driver spoke.

Everyone went quiet.

He pointed down a tiny alley.

The tourist left.

I asked him how he knew.

He shrugged.

“แฟนเก่าอยู่แถวนั้น”

My ex lives there.

Google Maps had never stood a chance.

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I waved at someone who was not waving at me.

This happens to everyone.

The correct response is to pretend you were stretching.

I did not do that.

I committed.

I waved harder.

The stranger looked behind him.

Nobody.

Now he knew.

I knew.

We had entered a situation.

So he waved back.

Problem solved.

Except a woman across the street saw him waving.

She waved at him.

He looked at me.

I looked at her.

He pointed at himself.

She nodded.

He waved at her.

Then a man behind her waved too.

For approximately ten seconds, four strangers were waving at each other and nobody knew why.

A bus drove between us.

When it passed, everyone had stopped.

We continued walking.

No names.

No explanation.

Just four adults who had briefly formed a very polite cult.

I hope they’re doing well.

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My dad discovered voice messages.

This has changed our family.

He used to text:

“OK.”

Now I receive four-minute audio documentaries.

I asked him what time dinner was.

He sent me a voice message.

“Hello. Yes. Dinner.”

Then I heard a door open.

“Wait.”

Footsteps.

“Where’s your mother?”

More footsteps.

A television.

Someone washing dishes.

Then, from very far away:

“WHAT TIME ARE WE EATING?”

My mother shouted something back.

He returned to the phone.

“Seven.”

The message was three minutes and twelve seconds long.

Yesterday, he accidentally sent one while his phone was in his pocket.

Nine minutes.

I listened to all of it.

Nothing happened.

At minute six, he coughed.

At minute eight, he said:

“Where did I put my phone?”

I have saved it.

One day he will be gone, and I suspect nine minutes of absolutely nothing will become one of my favorite recordings.

[Resko★ @Bloke_Baz]

I still CANNOT believe humans were gifted a planet full of tress, fruit, water, wildlife and sunlight and then they invented debt, capitalism and war.

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Thailand has a very specific unit of distance.

It’s called:

“นิดเดียว”

Just a little bit.

“Is the restaurant far?”

นิดเดียว.

You walk twelve minutes.

“How much chili did you put in this?”

นิดเดียว.

Your ancestors begin sweating.

“Will the repair take long?”

นิดเดียว.

You grow older in the waiting area.

My favorite is when a Thai person says:

“เผ็ดนิดเดียว.”

A little spicy.

This statement has ended more foreign friendships than politics.

There is no official measurement for นิดเดียว.

It can mean three minutes.

Three kilometers.

Or enough chili to briefly see God.

You learn eventually.

In Thailand, “a little bit” is not a measurement.

It is a warning.

[𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 @purelivn]

lost in the glow of golden hour

[Science Magazine @ScienceExpand]

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