Category: Reflections
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It was a slow Sunday afternoon when I stumbled upon it again. Nestled between a half-toppled stack of books and scribbled notebooks, Atomic Habits peeked…
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There are certain friendships that never make sense to most people. They don’t spring from shared hobbies or after-work drinks or the easy comfort of…
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There was a time when Carlene could not imagine her life without this work. It wasn’t the job that paid the bills, but the quiet…
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There is something about family that clings to the edges of hope. No matter how many years pass, how quiet the calls become, or how…
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Matthew hadn’t meant to become anything more than a friend. From the moment he met Samantha, he told himself that much was certain. She was…
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For as long as she could remember, Anaya had longed for a child of her own. She had spent years surrounded by children, holding tiny hands while…
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Diana grew up in a house that was never quiet. It was a house of children, of cousins, and of laughter that never fully faded…
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It began, as so many beautiful things do, with something simple and bright: Archie Comics. Those vibrant, glossy pages, filled with the exaggerated escapades of…
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While every other fifteen-year-old was busy making new friends and keeping up with the latest teenage trends, I spent my lunch hour buried in a…
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While most kids spent their childhood playing outside, dreaming of the future, and living carefree, I was immersed in the realities of business. At just…
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