Things We Forget

My life will be both grounded and growing. Roots deep in gratitude, branches stretching toward new dreams. What will your life be like in three years? Comment to let me…

Maybe I’ll live near mountains. Somewhere I can hike, breathe, and remember how small my worries really are.

I see a slower life—coffee before chaos, laughter before deadlines, purpose before pressure.

Three years from now, success won’t be measured in followers or paychecks, but in mornings where I wake up excited to be me.

In three years, I won’t chase urgency. My peace will be louder than my productivity. I’ll work hard—but not harder than I live.

Not free from responsibility, but free within it. I’ll have learned to say no without guilt, to rest without shame, and to dream without doubt.

I hope that me and my ex will get back together, and that we will be living together happily in his house, which is surrounded by forest. What will your…

A day where people share their favorite homemade dish with people from other regions, countries, and continents over zoom. This would broaden everyone’s perspective.

A day that people from around the world meet on zoom calls and drink coffee together.