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I don’t like social media. Not the endless stream of opinions, not the chest-thumping, not the speed at which nonsense spreads. Not the moment when I catch myself “just having a quick look” — and ten minutes later I’m scrolling through profiles of people with impressive jobs, careers and perfect selfies. If you don’t know who you are, you start looking for confirmation in the most unstable place there is: social media. Scrolling gives you a tiny shot of validation — or the

Emigration is not a reset button, not an escape route, and definitely not a magical “now everything will be better” solution. It’s hard. Frustrating. A lot of work. The opposite of carefree. The biggest trap? Your shit emigrates with you. At first you don’t notice it much. You’re too busy with the sun, palm trees, new people, and trying to find bread that doesn’t taste like a sponge. But after a while? Everything you thought you left behind comes boomeranging straight

Everyone has one. That sharp little voice that shows up at exactly the wrong moment: “Who do you think you are?” “Better not try. It’ll probably go wrong.” “Other people can do this much better.” For some, it whispers. For others, it roars. And mostly it sounds so familiar that we mistake it for our own voice. And it’s always effective: it keeps you small, careful, and safely within the boundaries of what you already know.