I'm in severe existential crisis and found an author that resonates with my thoughts. Here I am, reading gleefully.😅 ▶ Watch on 3speak.tv

How to deal with an existential crisis? Write a song. 😂 Here's mine. 🎵 JUST ONE MORE BITE 🎵 Verse 1 I know this life will end someday, On some random, ordinary day. So why am I supposed to fight For

I've been thinking about the way I make and keep friendships. I'm actually quite easy to befriend. I can talk to people, laugh with them, share stories, and connect without needing years of preparation.

Let's see how many upvotes this one gets without photos. HAHA

It was never safe for me to make mistakes. I was a responsible kid—a menace, but a responsible one. So I became the kind of person who likes routines, plans ahead, remembers details, and handles things

Since I don't receive upvotes with article, let's have the video. This is an advantage for me to, self-improvement for English pronunciation and well, collecting and keep my thoughts captive as I blabber

Maybe now people will understand why I turn down invitations to meet up, get a job, travel, or simply be with humans. 😂 It isn't because I suddenly stopped caring about people. It isn't because I really

我的消极心态是：有人问了我，但我立刻觉得我应该已经做了。

The dining hall came alive long before the noon meal was ready. Doors opened and closed with steady rhythm as researchers drifted in from every direction of the station. Heavy boots were left neatly beside

Being born into a poor family meant I grew up learning that I couldn’t always have the things I wanted. Most of the time, you learn to be content with what you have, not because you don’t want anything,

The room was no larger than a village greenhouse, yet it felt like another season entirely. Rows of lettuce stretched beneath clear panels overhead, their crisp leaves glowing with impossible shades of

Friday morning and it's raining. Good thing I still got activity to do to perspire.☺️ ▶️ 3Speak

Chapter 1 Chapter 2.1 The clock on Zeulla's bedside table insisted it was five in the morning. She stared at it for several moments before looking toward the window again. The curtains had been drawn the

The inflatable boat rose and fell with the swell, its rubber sides brushing softly against floating pieces of ice. Zeulla tightened her hold on the crate resting across her knees, more concerned for its

People often ask which books shaped me, expecting an answer filled with theology, philosophy, or history. The truth is, three little girls quietly shaped parts of me. Not all at once. They came into my

It's my birthday today, and I don't know if birthdays are supposed to make you grateful or make you audit your entire existence because somehow that's what they always do to me. When I was younger, I never

I think I finally figured out why I admire Kwak Dong Yeon so much. At first, I thought it was because he's a good actor. I've watched him in Vincenzo, seen his cameos here and there, and even stumbled

When I was younger, my grandmother often brought me with her to the Catholic Church. It was a familiar place. The songs, the quiet moments, the stained glass, the rhythm of worship. Those memories stayed

But survival and healing are not the same thing.

Sometimes I appreciate how slowly life unfolds. When something takes time, I tend to value it more. I know I'll cherish it when it finally arrives because I understand the cost of waiting. But if I'm honest,