jessa

Everyday Stories, Lived

Life

  • Late-night musings #1

    In making money, there is no end. When should one stop? Read more


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  • Letter no. 37

    Dear reader from the future, You might be living in a world where hurricanes, heavy downpours, floods, blizzards, heat waves, and droughts are the norm. What kind of world would that be? But today, people in power have gathered to discuss the future humanity should be heading. A future that has mitigated and adapted to climate change.… Read more


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  • The dead that they bury

    The more you grow deeper in an organized body, the more you know how others in the body work, what drives them, and if you stay long enough, what kind of people they are. Sometimes, you find yourself fortunate to be part of those circles. However, once you know about the secrets that some of… Read more


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  • Today’s a good day to wrap up 2023

    Tomorrow would be the start of December 2023, but my mind is already set on 2024. Why? Because I live my life almost like this: I spend so much time thinking about the future, and when that future becomes today, my mind runs on autopilot (based on the decisions I already made), but realigning depending… Read more


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  • The decisions we make

    This month has been the most global experience I have ever had because, in four weeks, I have worked with and interacted with internationals in a way I only dreamed of when I was young. And for the first time, I now see people from various countries, developed or developing, as someone who lives on… Read more


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  • What it means to be a dreamer

    While typing these words on magical keys atop my tiny desk, looking out the window towards the blue skies with the afternoon breeze moving freely in and out of the room, I remember what it’s like to dream about the things you want to be, about places you want to go, and things you want… Read more


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  • When did my outlook start to change?

    I had the longest three weeks this quarter! And I think that the more you commit your focus into something, the more time feels like a construct. Time becomes defined by how we perceive and experience it, having day and night only reminders of when to rest and when to rise, not really about what… Read more


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