June has been… absurdity aplenty. I think I am going to hang on to the mask or my smirks will be found. This is a slow death by a thousand cuts. The redemption? There will be nothing for me to think of thee fondly. The antidote to such intellectual and moral atrocity is to surround oneself with nature, delicious food and great books.
SF解除封鎖, 復工彰顯企業文化, 全員若不到齊聽命, 如何誇耀將帥威風?
In literature or in reality, the dichotomy exists. Have we spent too much time looking up or looking down? In politics especially, managing up/kissing up is more soul crushing than leading a team.
Confronting your own mortality makes one reflect what really matters. I have had the unique opportunity in the past due to medical reasons and thankfully made it back with much gratitude. This time, the surgeries were literally about 're-vision'.
My younger self was like a mirror, it reflected the worst of what people instilled in me. The benefit of aging(WISDOM?) is manifested in the form of an emotion filtration system, repolymerizing negativity into rejuvenation. My ECOF(still sounds like swearing?) is the weekend homemade dim sum. The more stressful work is Monday to Friday, the more daunting culinary tasks I take on during the weekend.
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