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Hustle culture hurts. It pushes us beyond human limits, to heights we were never meant to reach. But real work, the kind that nourishes and endures, begins with love, connection, and acceptance.

We are imperfect. So too will be our work, our routines, our care for ourselves. And that’s okay. I’ve learnt this the hard way, as striving drowned out softness and purpose became pressure, I fell into burnout and chronic pain.

But our intrinsic beauty, our calm, our capacity for play, these shine brighter than any to-do list or accolade. Even when the task is as momentous as changing the world, I want to begin with the simple tools: gentleness, presence, joy.

Sometimes, our greatest achievements begin by being still, together. Holding hands, offering company, or lending an ear to someone in trouble. As Schopenhauer said, you never know, particularly in our epidemic of loneliness, who is on the edge of suicide. Every kindness, every invitation to slow down, could just save a life.

The death cult leading our world to oblivion is addicted to producing bullshit — more oil, more plastic, more junk we don't need — and forcing others to follow suit. Forests are flattened, oceans poisoned, communities sacrificed, all in service of a machine that can never stop. This isn’t just an economic model. It’s a spiritual sickness. In that light, rest becomes an act of quiet resistance. A refusal to be a cog in their chaos. A pause before the real, meaningful work begins — the work of healing, reconnecting, and reimagining how we live on this Earth.

Thank you to all the unknown heroes who have supported me with this reflection as I recover from a breakdown. You’re all my guiding lights.

And as I rush, I risk missing another truth Pooh knew so wisely: that doing a lot of something can sometimes lead to nothing at all.

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Untitled, Zdzislaw Beksinski

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Blue Crab (Callinectes sapidus) Photograph: Martin Broen, Mexico

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Sleeping With Dandelions Photograph: Lewis Newman

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Burg Eltz, Germany

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Photograph: Liam McBurne

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Monet painting details.

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My first time sharing something like this. I wrote about what it’s like inside a migraine flare—an attempt to describe what pain feels like from the inside.

Not to escape it, but to stay with it. To even befriend it. Dive in if you want experience my cavernous mind too.

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Milky Way over Mourne Mountains Photograph: Alistair Hamill

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Pink Prairie, 2021 Photograph: Thomas Jordan

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Photograph: Dinka Izetbegovic

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Walakiri Dancing Trees, Indonesia Photograph: Loïc Dupuis, 

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Supercharger Photograph: Will Eades

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Photograph: Julia Wimmerlin

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Mountainside covered in purple and white.

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Photograph: Frank Rumpenhorst