I used to be scared of sounding stupid. And giving others the impression that I don’t know jack s*** about anything.
Because the truth was, I didn’t know jack s***. I had no idea how credit cards worked. What gluten-free meant.
(and what I’m doing now to gain it back)
As a kid, I used to ask “why” to everything.
Why should I eat broccoli?
Why should I go to school?
Why do I need to save money?
My parents probably regretted having me as their kid,
I’d always saved up every penny I earned.
For several reasons:
My parents are both hardcore savers who taught me to stash my paychecks for the bigger things in the future.
I started building my career 3 years ago and haven’t made much.
You probably don’t want to hear what I’m going to say, and that’s fine. I won’t contact you on Facebook, WhatsApp, Wechat, Line, or whatever text messaging we used (unless you want me to). But there’s something I feel awfully
He was a sweet guy.
Surprising me with chocolates. Massaging my shoulders if my day turned bad. Comforting me when I told him about my nightmares.
I remember this one afternoon he randomly showed up at my front door during the last ten