In a world driven by financial self-preservation, truth-telling is a commercial affair. Truth, the edited version, hello.
There are lucky people who were raised in not-so-intellectual cultures. You can recognize them by the facial expression. Me, I went through the same grinder as most of my friends.
When I needed money, I learned coding—but I ended up so miserable that I left IT forever.
I can watch a video with 55 million views, cry over it, feel the feeling—and never know who made it, or who was in it.
Look, look! Who else could have thought of such beauty? We clearly are the best.