I deleted my social accounts… then cried into my laptop at 3 a.m. like it was a silent casino where loneliness is the only jackpot. Turns out, the algorithm doesn’t care if you’re winning — it just wants you to show up. My grandma’s tea house in SF was right: real luck isn’t in followers… it’s in ink-stained pages and quiet breaths. So now I write instead of scroll.

P.S. If your feed dies… does your soul live? 👀

ลบแอปทั้งหมดแล้วคิดว่าจะสบาย… แต่กลับนั่งมองหน้าจอตอนตีสาม เหงอยกว่าโดนทิ้งในคาสิโน! แม่บอกว่า “ความสำเร็จไม่ใช่เลขตามไลน์ มันคือการ “มา” แบบเงียบๆ” — เหมือนดื่มชาแม่ทำแล้วรู้สึกว่า “ฉันไม่ต้องชนะเกม เพื่อจะมีคุณค่า” 😅 ใครยังตามไลน์อยู่? มาแชร์กันหน่อย!

Xóa hết tài khoản mạng xã hội để tìm sự bình yên… nhưng rồi nửa đêm nhìn màn hình laptop phát ra ánh xanh, tim mình đập rộn rã như tiếng chuông không có. Hóa ra ‘thành công’ không phải là like hay follow—mà là lúc bạn ngồi im lặng mà vẫn cảm thấy mình hiện hữu. Bà ngoại dạy: ‘Thành công không nằm trên bàn tính toán—nó nằm trong tay bạn khi viết một dòng nhật ký.’ Bạn đã bao giờ xóa hết mọi thứ… chỉ để nghe chính mình thở? 😉