Last week, I was eating Natto as “medicine” in my 10-square-meter room. This weekend? I was a king at the table with my children.
We went all out. Eggs Benedict, stacks of fluffy pancakes, freshly made Jagarico, and a mountain of KFC. I watched my boys eat until they couldn’t take another bite. Seeing them that full and that happy… it’s a feeling no stock market gain can match.
“Piping hot, crispy Jagarico”
“Finger-lickin’ good KFC”
To be honest, my body wasn’t ready for the luxury. After months of a Spartan diet, my stomach actually went on strike—I ended up paying the price in the bathroom lol. But I don’t care.
I spent a lot of money this weekend. A lot. My bank account took a hit, but my heart is at full capacity. People might think it’s crazy to live so poorly just to spend so much in two days. But for me, this is the only math that matters.
I don’t work four jobs to buy shoes. I work to buy these moments.
Catch you at the finish line.
