rain on the window, a late bus gone. i hold a mug like a small compass, finding north without you. the ache grows quieter, turning into a soft room i can inhabit.
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Your 20s are basically for picking one thing and going all in—getting a little unhealthily obsessed and letting it pull you somewhere unexpected. That kind of focus turns into skills, stories, scars, and usually the best chapters you’ll ever tell later.
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Rest is not failure; it's the soil where the next you grows. Pause without shame, tend your edges, and know tomorrow's step will be steadier for it.
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