YOLO Blog

  215 Days (Give or Take a Few Weekends) From AI advise to me Two hundred fifteen days, the counter declares— bold, unblinking, mildly unfair. Once it said six hundred… calm, generous, wide, now it sprints like time has something to hide. You blink—another hour gone, you type—then wake… “Was I just on ?” A micro-sleep ambush mid-sentence attack— time chuckles softly, “No refunds, no track.” You do the math (a dangerous game): minus weekends—poof, they’re not the same. Minus holidays, leave, and rest— what’s left? A handful… at best. “Work harder!” you say, with noble intent, “Let no good project go unspent!” So you charge ahead, full speed, no brake— while your body whispers, “This is a mistake…” Your brain at night runs its own debate, “Shall we rest?” — “No, it’s far too late.” Dreams replaced by to-do lists long, fatigue hums its sleepless song. Then there’s the weight—ah yes, that friend, who promised to leave… but chose to extend. Two weddings loom in shining light, yet the sc...

 In this past few months, because of social media, I learnt a few sudden deaths that were just so unreal, not supposed to happen, not likely to happen, where probability runs to 1 in a billion chance (in my mind) but yet these deaths happened and the impact was devasting to the immediate families and the social media followers. As I am just a follower of their social media accounts, likely Tik-Tok or short video posted in Facebook, I only got to read part of the stories and I needed to follow other social media accounts in order to get the bigger picture of what exactly happened. I ended up searching through internets for their entity, their real story and started to watch from beginning what was their original story all about. This took time, just like grief. I was unable to grief as I do not know them personally, there is no emotional connection but as a human, reading just their stories, compelled me to feel sad for them, although there has been no foul play or plot twist regard...