There is something wonderfully human about believing that one more thing will finally fix everything.
One more planner, notebook, productivity app, houseplant, cup of coffee⦠or one more Pokémon raid.
Hope often disguises itself as doomscrolling Temu.
I think peace is not found by adding something.
Perhaps it is found by putting something down.
A grudge.
An impossible expectation.
A version of yourself that never really existed.
Perhaps halos are not something we earn.
Perhaps they are simply what becomes visible once we have stopped carrying quite so much.
