No Pressure. Just Write.
But what if you don’t need to aim for a big, successful life to be happy? What if you can find a sense of joy, a calm contentment in a small life?
We claim that happiness is the ultimate goal in life. And often, we associate this pursuit of happiness with obtaining a stable job, a certain amount of money, having a relationship, or simply reaching a certain goal.
Reading is a form of training for living.
I’ve reached that age where many of my peers are getting married and starting families. But for me, the prospect of bringing a daughter into this world is absolutely terrifying.
There’s a difference between “not being able to pay the bills” and “irrationally fearing that one day you may not be able to.”
What am I doing this for? Work. Relationships. Hobbies. I’ve been unhappiest in my life when the question has gone unasked for too long.
Designating yourself as the arbiter of what “type” of Black people we are and splitting us up into categories that you yourself determine makes it seem like you don’t see Black people for all the nuanced, and complexity we actually occupy.
You are a unique collection of cells and energy that will never again be recreated on this planet earth. In that way alone, you are worthy. How could you not be? You are the most unique person to ever be created. And so am I.
I am forever fighting against perfection.