Might not seem like a lot but it is to me. Just wanted to say this because I am young but I had never put into savings, and I was the type of person to spend every last penny I got, so I am starting this change. Especially working minimum wage I want to be able to provide for people I care about without having to worry much about financials.

The stuff i see in the prison daily is crazy. My husband works in a nice office in the city. While i work in a prison. I dont tell him stuff that happens on a daily because i know he would want me to leave the job for good. Hes already been telling me for years to leave this job

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I am not talking about huge achievements or life-changing events. Just one small habit that didn't seem like much at first but slowly improved your daily life.

It could be waking up earlier, reading for 20 minutes, taking daily walks, limiting screen time, journaling, cooking at home, or something completely different.

Sometimes the smallest changes have the biggest long-term impact. I'd love to hear what worked for you and why you think it made such a difference.

I am looking for practical ideas that anyone can realistically start this week.

We all know those people in school or college that just naturally fit in from the get go. They’re instantly accepted by people, easily make friends, they can just make connections but on the other hand, others never seem to be able to make a friend, be in the it crowd, or anything. What is the deciding factor for that from the jump?

Because that’s a mystery for me.

They'll explain why they hate their job, their relationship, their location, or their life in general. Then someone suggests a change, and suddenly every reason why change is impossible appears.

I understand that real responsibilities exist. Kids, health, finances, family obligations and those things matter. But those are not the situations I'm talking about.

I'm talking about people who are unhappy but refuse to take even a chance at something different because they're afraid it might fail.

But here's the thing: if your current life is misery, what exactly are you afraid of losing?

People treat change like the risky option. They imagine everything that could go wrong. They never imagine what could go right.

A life reboot is scary, but it also has something your current situation may not have; hope.

You can always go back. You can adjust. You can try something else. But staying in a life you hate and hoping it magically improves isn't a plan.

At some point, you have to ask yourself: if nothing changes, where will you be five years from now?

If the answer is "still miserable," then maybe the bigger risk isn't leaving.

Maybe the bigger risk is staying.

F(26) i cant find joy in not doing anything. I feel like ever since I was little I did not enjoy feeling boredom and always found a way to be constantly stimulated. As I got older I just kept traveling so much simply because why not and I didnt want to be bored or be boring. Now that I’m finally moved and settled, I find it all so boring. I’ve meditated and do meditate and enjoy it but then wake up and come right back to boredom. This makes it hard to be grateful and have an optimistic mindset. Should i quit smoking? Should I try to not use my phone? Id like to work on this and be totally fine and okay with not doing anything sometimes. Id like to feel free.

I've been thinking about how much of our lives are shaped by the expectations we grow up with.

From a young age, many of us are taught what a "successful" life is supposed to look like:

Go to school. Get a good job. Get married. Have children. Buy a house. Follow the usual path.

But how often do we actually stop and ask ourselves: "Is this the life I truly want?"

Sometimes I wonder if people chase certain goals because they genuinely desire them, or because they've been taught that these things are what they're supposed to want. Maybe some people feel like they're falling behind because they don't have a relationship, a family, a certain career, or a certain lifestyle, when in reality they never took the time to figure out what would actually make them happy.

I'm not saying those things are bad. Marriage, children, careers, and stability can be beautiful things. But should we choose them because they align with who we are, or because society tells us they're the definition of success?

What if we encouraged people from a young age to first discover themselves, their values, their passions, and the kind of life they want to build?

Do you think most people are living lives they truly chose, or are many people just following a path that was already laid out for them?

We treat life like a checklist of external milestones (status, titles, metrics), but hitting those goals often leaves us feeling empty.

​Success is external, it asks, "Did I achieve it?"

​Fulfillment is internal, it asks, "Does this actually matter to me?"

​You can be wildly successful and totally miserable, or live simply and feel deeply fulfilled.

​Have you ever hit a major "success" that didn't bring fulfillment?

How do you balance the two?

For many people, it is common and normal to have a high school sweetheart, where they experience their first kiss. Where they feel that pure and simple sense of love. The exalted bliss of reciprocated love. Some of them spend the rest of their lives together, some of them break up and forget about each other and some of them remain friends. But they at least have that experience.

For me though, it was torture. I tried asking a girl out 2 times. Both times I was laughed at and thoroughly humiliated. It got so bad that whenever we walked by each other on the corridor, the girl and her friends laughed at me like a was a clown for having asked out. It left me traumatized and I had to witness other people walking hand in hand with each other. I had no friends in school. I was completely lonely and isolated.

Later in life, when I was around 24, I did lose my virginity. Slowly but surely, I started dating and had relationships with girls. So I'm aware that I'm better off than the 40 year old virgins who've never even touched a woman.

And yet, I can't help but wish that I experienced love during my time in high school. Not sure how to describe it in english, but I just regret that I never experienced love in high school. I grew up with a narcississtic mother and an even more narcississtic older brother who bullied me. At one point I was even suicidal.

So even by now, I have experienced love and amazing sex with quite a few girls, this regret has haunted me.

My childhood was filled with social rejections. I said things out of line. I was extremely insecure about myself. I’m living in the moment and it is good. Is there anything to hold onto from the past life? Does this kind of stuff impact you when you’re older?

Next year im moving back to my home country after 10 years of emigrations. My best friend and I want to create a bucket list of things to do before my departure. Do you have any cool ideas? We are both broke so it can't be something super expensive. We also love in ireland so a lot of outside things are not possible due to the weather conditions.

Thank you in advance

Hi, ı am 18 yo (fm) and ı want to talk about something. I need some help, thoughts, ideas… and 3rd look…Thanks from now!!! <33

I have been stuck in the exact same loop for a very long time, and I have no idea what to do with my life.. That's not the only problem; because I don’t know what I want to do with life, I find it extremely difficult to set clear goals and stick to them.

Now, I have a university entrance exam waiting for me next June.. but I can't find any motivation or ambition inside me. I don't even feel the slightest bit of anxiety, and this whole situation makes me feel as if I'm stuck in a pit.. University, working life, becoming an adult... all of these seem genuinely boring to me.. Maybe that's the very reason why I lack motivation. Because even if I end up doing a job I love, my days will still pass in the same routine.. These kinds of thoughts make it really hard for me to take action.

Are these feelings normal, and how can I overcome this? I especially need advice from elders, thank you in advance.

I'm in a job in my sector that doesn't pay badly, but I don't like my position neither the ethos of the company or the product we work. I'm in a sales job only because that's where I did my first internship as, but that's not what I would like to do. It's also very much in office and the corporate mentality they have is bullshit.

So I thought, if I found an internship in a position that I loved, would it be crazy to leave this paying job in order to do it? I'm in my twenties

Ok so this is gonna sound crazy to some but bear with me, I woke up today and decided to write a blog on some physics concepts I had been thinking about, mainly how the forces of decay and destruction over time pair with the forces that pull and shape new structures into existence like gravity.

I have studied physics and cosmology all my life and am very familiar with these two aspects and their names in the scientific community. They are some of my favorites and I have even gone to several lectures on them throughout my life.

Intropy and Entropy -

Intropy bringing things into being, Entropy that which inevitably ends them.

There is only one problem.

My computer says Intropy is misspelled - I check Google, it also says it's misspelled. I do a more detailed search, Google has no idea what I'm talking about. I look things up more, detailed search, past research papers, every AI tool GPT, Claude, Gemini - even Bing, Grok.

None have any idea what I'm talking about - they all say oh maybe you mean syntropy or negentropy which by the way suck as names for this but also I have never heard before in all my life.

What the hell is going on? I have a great memory. I still remember parts of my life perfectly going back to being 2 years old. My parents actually always thought it was kind of freaky how good my memory was, not quite eidetic but damn close. I distinctly remember growing up learning these terms and using them in papers and hearing lectures on them. Hell I've been working on this paper for months and even remember writing in the paper about it previously without seeing any issues with the spelling or anything.

Now I look through my paper, those parts are gone and there is no mention of Intropy anywhere in the freaking WORLD. What the f is happening? I'm having the weirdest case of the Mandela Effect I've ever experienced. Feels like I just dropped into a different universe where everything else is the same but this one thing is just completely different.....

Does anyone else, anyone, remember Intropy and Entropy like this? I feel this so strongly in my mind it feels like there's no way I just got this wrong. I'm wondering, is there literally anyone else out there who remembers it this way too, like with the Mandela Effect? I feel I can't be the only one who remembers the history of the world differently than what the world is telling me now. Like this is actually driving me crazy. Gotta know, does anyone remember Intropy?

I play Smash Bros, Rocket League and Marvel Rivals among other titles. It’s enjoyable to pop off after you gain momentum but losing streaks makes you wish you didn’t even get these games in the first place, so I’m curious to see what others think about their own experiences within that aspect of gaming. Do we love PVP games because of what they are, or do we only just love to win?

Embrace true happiness.

Yes, embrace, not find. It's already there. For me, I know it's true when it doesn't depend on others. I notice some people get excessively upset when someone they love hurt them. To some extent, this may be normal. However, I will never dwell on it and let it affect my life.

Some people call this peace of mind. Let go of those toxic people. Your co-workers, "friends", anyone. You don't owe them anything (unless you do 😅). You'll be surprised that you actually don't need anyone and realize yourself is enough.

Don't get me wrong, problems happen and still need to be solved. But remember you only live once, move and look forward, do what you like to do (mindfully), enjoy it. You deserve it.

Disclaimer: this is based on my experience.

There's also an interesting balance you need to strike between being delusional about what you can possibly achieve & being grounded in the reality of what your limits are.

I just wanna ask those who got Outta that damn loop...cuz whenever I try to say no,I just couldn't and feel guilty of nothing at all..... sometimes it's my fault...but most of the times it's never

People say that ego is bad but....I have never even shown at all not to my formal frds or to my close ones... every time an argument is there...I just tend keep myself low and say that I am wrong....even when I am right

I..I just don't k what to do,how to get Outta that loop,how to handle an arguement by myself

(Anyone with the same experience?)

One thing that people don't like is to be associated with is being a 'failure' or failing in life. But what happens after failing or making a mistake, 'choices have consequences and we are a product of our choices'

I did many mistake in the past, I was that stubborn, troublesome child my parents didn't like it at the age of 12 I acknowledged I was wrong was willing to change, I worked on myself and we were proud of this. Since then I hate it when I see someone saying I wanted to do this and that but I didn't because I thought it won't work.

Don't limit your capabilities because you think you're unfit to do a certain thing, just try it if you fail you'll learn from it. No one was born perfect knowing everything all this came with trying and trying. What are your thoughts on this, making mistakes, learning, unlearning and relearning?

For context, I'm 29 (F), unmarried but in a happy relationship. That said, aside from being able to maintain a stable long-distance relationship, I can't seem to stick with anything else.

I'm from a third-world country. I did my undergrad in Physics, then a master's abroad in Photonics (a branch of physics focused on light — its manipulation, detection, applications, the whole works). I'm explaining this because people always have follow-up questions about what photonics actually is.

Before my master's, I spent four years exploring different career paths: electricity transmission, renewable energy, finance advisory, and software engineering. Very random, very niche, I know.

Post-master's, I've lived in four countries for different jobs and visited plenty more, because I genuinely love to travel. I've worked three different optics-and-photonics jobs since finishing my master's, with the most recent in optical transceivers for data center/AI industry.

The problem is that my lens is skewed — I look at everything as an adventure, and every good adventure has to end. So I'm constantly looking past my current horizon for the next best thing.

I wouldn't call it boredom, exactly, because I treat job hunting like a hobby. A few months into any job and I'm already eyeing a new challenge — a new job, a new country.

My fear is that it might never stop, this pull toward "something else," to the point where I'm now basically a flight risk on paper. Any HR person looks at my CV and sees the pattern, which makes it harder to land a new job — unfortunately, right after I've already left one and relocated.

Before anyone suggests hobbies — I've tried. I've joined communities, volunteered, picked up more hobbies than I can count. It's fun for a few days or weeks, then the high wears off and I move on to the next thing. I've also started several businesses (fashion, logistics, travel content etc.), and I didn't leave because they failed — I left because I got bored and started chasing the next idea. At this point I'm a jack of all trades, master of none.

Now that the job market is tough, I've decided to start a new business in my home country in geriatric care (currently getting trained). My real fear is whether I can stay in it long enough this time, instead of jumping ship the moment I feel too settled and new ideas start creeping in.

Please advise.

I live with my mother and brother and he's coughing like an insane amount. Our dad used to cough as bad as hymn but he died during covid. He had a plethora of health issues. It literally sounds like he's dying. Obviously I'm not calling the ambulance because we know he's not, but there's no way this guy doesn't have some sort of infection like bronchitis. Do we just sit here and listen to hymn die or should we like try to help hymn or something? This is not a troll.

Hey 21M, I go to university in a mid-size city but I am back to my home town for the summer. On the surface it hasn’t been too bad, I work full time at a golf course and golf all the time. I have nights where I go out with my buddies which is fun but it just feels like somethings been off in my head. Partially connected to a girl I think who we went out a few times before school ended and it was going amazingly but unfortunately we had to go out seperate ways for school and I try to keep things going through the phone but it’s just not working. When I’m sitting alone in my thoughts there is not much there. I love my life at school and honestly hate it here, I only have 40 more days then I’m back which is good. Not sure what advice I am looking for but it’s a quiet in my mind that I don’t love.

Something I learned after being on this Earth for more than two decades is that my dislike for children came from the fact that I was never allowed to get away with things kids (that currently surround me) do.

Coming from a family that valued sons over daughters, I was often ostracized and never given free will to do things that I wished to. My dislike for little children started at a very, very young age. I thought it was normal, but it wasn’t. Whenever a baby would cry, I would get angry and annoyed. I would think to myself ‘why isn’t the parent stopping that child from screaming? Where are it’s parents?’ because when I was a child, I was silenced. Crying in public was not something I was allowed while my brother did. As I grew older, I realized that the reason I hated kids was because I was jealous. Jealous that these children, who were spoiled, arrogant and downright selfish, were still loved. Still allowed to act the way they do. Allowed to break things and do whatever they wanted without repercussions while I wasn’t allowed to have anything for myself even when I was obedient and ‘low maintenance.’ I wasn’t allowed.

I am aware that children being unruly isn’t ‘love’ and permissive parenting should be discouraged, and yet, I found myself so angry that everyone seemed to be okay with these kids acting like there aren’t any consequences for their actions. When my 8 year old cousin broke my expensive makeup palettes after sneaking into my room, when my friend’s toddler sister pulled my cat’s whiskers out, when a kid at the cafe I go to spilled their drink on the table because they ‘didn’t want it.’ I hated children. These experiences only enforced it. I hated seeing them, hated being expected to have them some day, and hated people telling me to let it go because ‘kids are kids’ and they don’t know any better. To which I responded that I did. I knew better at that age. Because I wasn’t allowed to be a kid. Because when I made a mess, I was dealt with in horrible ways. I was punished for things that were out of my hands. And children don’t get punished at all.

And I understood then, that that’s why when I see children being children, the sorrow and grief I feel over them is just disguised as anger and annoyance. Because how dare they be loved when they aren’t perfect, when they make mistakes. How dare they be loved when they act their age. How dare they be kids.

That used to be my mentality. And it hurt me because I never hated anyone. I hated hating kids. I hated being seen as the freak who couldn’t stand children. I hated to hate. And the annoyance was innate. Children laughing used to trigger my irritation. It still sort of does. I physically couldn’t stand being near them even if I didn’t voice my contempt. This irrational anger ate at me whenever a child made their existence known loud and proud.

I asked myself why. I reflected on everything that would make me dislike kids so much. To the point where I couldn’t stand being near one. The way I would be forced to tolerate children, my needs being put below theirs, and the way I was supposed to let everyone walk all over me if they were younger.

Because my needs and wants weren’t taken into account. Ever. I was invalidated since I was a kid, myself. That’s why.

And the moment I realized that, I started to be kinder to myself. I let it go. I started giving myself more grace.

Kids do indeed not know better. Not all children are bad children. And even if I still get uncomfortable around them, I don’t let it turn to hatred. I forgave myself, and I told myself to be happy these children didn’t have parents like mine. Because at the end of the day, no child deserves to have parents like mine. No child deserves the trauma. And I love seeing loving families, even if it reminds me of everything I missed out on. I have forgiven my parents long ago. I left my family and cut ties. Sometimes, you reflect what you were raised around. Sometimes the problem is because you have unresolved issues. Things you never believed were a problem until you looked within. Ask yourself why you think the way you do. Ask yourself if you really want to be this person.

Some day, my mind will let go of the things that linger even now. But for now, this is enough. It isn’t a crime to be a child. I’m okay. And they’re okay, too.

One day at a time, everyone.

I’m 24, nearly 25. Still unemployed despite sending my resumes a ton of times.

I don’t exactly know how to let this out so I’m just gonna say things

I’m not sure how much a job would improve my life but at least that could give me a routine.

I want to experience romance. I’m a gay male, having difficulty with relationships. I want to know what it’s like to kiss someone, to love someone.

Being unemployed, it has its ups and downs but I can’t seem to see my future as of now. And time is unforgiving.

I don’t have any clubs joined, I only go for a jog and sometimes workout here at home. My friends are all working, some moved abroad. Most of the friends I have here aren’t exactly my go-to’s.

I don’t wanna be depressed, I wanna know what love feels like, being excited to see someone and many things. But I don’t wanna dive into that yet if I don’t have money of my own.

Are there people like me? I feel like I’m the only one, I feel lonely.

I’ve (22M) been on my own for 2 years now and I feel like I don’t know anything. How did you start to be an “adult.” I feel like I’m so behind compared to peers and friends.