The Reluctant Time Traveller
I’ve always thought that if I’d have had the chance to go back and start again at some point, I’d be able to live my best life. Well, maybe I could, or maybe I could remember why this life was already pretty good.
Acceptance of a Broken Moral Compass
We live in a world where our broken moral compasses are being accepted more often than not so we don’t bother repairing them. The more we delay tending to our broken morals, a bigger part of our identities gets lost. Soon we’ll turn into a group of uninspired beings with only one goal in our minds – to beat the rest