Nothing makes you happy.
Hosting parties is the fun part of life to me and it seems no one else wants to do it, and they rarely want to make the time to go to any either. Or, again, maybe it’s me.
Bird Box made me stop breathing.
To do anything well takes practice and you must make time to practice, not just shove it where you can.
The divide between rich and poor is not that great. We all have our troubles. We all hurt. We all screw up.
Reading novels reminds me that other people in this world are actually people with their own lives and agendas, their own traumatic childhood or disastrous family.
Our physical interaction with each other teaches us, feeds us. We need it.
I got my money’s worth from this one!
Writer of Philosophy
Tiny dots of color.