Scribbles
Articulated ponderations.
Some never make it onto Medium as they’re rather laconic and or underdeveloped. Either way, they deserve a spot here.
A very personal diary of someone who thinks and feels a lil too deeply.
Imagine a world without languages and wordings...
A precious takeaway from a conversation I had with my Dad.
Among all of the things I’m most grateful for, it’s the dynamics I have with my dad that strikes as my favorite. Trying to understand him is almost like, learning through my own traits as well as my wounds —noticing the underlying patterns that proceed to make him the person he is, and those that make me the person i am via a very biological genetic inheritance.
So anyways, we had a talk about money loan, his journey as a self-proclaimed “courageous and strategic money loaner”. A brief context: my dad grew up as a part of marginalized community. Back when he was a child, his family was just, too poor —even too indigent to afford primary needs. That situation drove him to be a risk-taking fighter, someone audacious —almost too eager to be a lil reckless imo. From a very young age, my dad had already known about the concept of money-loaning.
(to be continued, im still hooked on the ui part HELP hahah)