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I don’t think I want happiness.

I think I want quiet. Not silence. Not nothingness.Just a kind of peace that doesn’t need to be proven or performed.The absence of panic.The absence of needing to explain myself every five minutes.A world where my phone doesn’t light up with someone else’s urgency....

Gospel according to a 7-Eleven sandwich:

Sometimes comfort is convenience. It’s not artisanal.It’s not grass-fed, hand-wrapped, or ethically blessed by monks.It’s a lukewarm ham and cheese triangle from a fridge that hums like it knows your secrets. And yet—somehow, at 2:47PM on a day when everything has...

This book ruined me and then made me want to garden.

Not because it gave me answers.But because it asked better questions than I was ready for.Because it reminded me that growing something slowly is still holy work.Even if it’s ugly.Even if it dies.Even if I forget to water it three days in a row and then lie...