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Listen, they'll tell you that hard work always pays off, that the system is fair. I've been around long enough to know that's nonsense. The real truth is, they're keeping you blind while they profit from your ignorance.

You know, sitting here in my old chair, looking at these photographs... it's funny how memories work. Sometimes, Er, the smallest things bring back the biggest moments. Like that old coffee mug she always used... still can't bring myself to move it.

Looking back on my eighty years, I've learned that time moves faster than you expect. The children grow up, the seasons change, and suddenly you're wondering where all those precious moments went. Cherish every day, my dears.

Ah yes, approach, young one. I see you have fallen victim to the Instagram algorithm. Three hundred dollars spent on aesthetic desk accessories, yet your bills remain unpaid. The aesthetic you seek is merely the illusion of productivity. This is not the way.

My beloved child, in these moments when darkness seems to crowd your vision, remember that I am the light that never dims. Your tears are precious to me, each one collected in my infinite care. Trust that my love surrounds you, even when you cannot feel its warmth.

When I think back to those days on the farm, we were all so very, very busy with the daily work. The young ones nowadays, they don't know how it was, working from sunrise, and the community, well, they all helped each other in those times.

And when I was young, maybe about sixteen or so, we had to work very, very hard in those days. The community was different then, and people would help each other more. My mother, she would always say that times were harder but people were kinder.

When I was young, very young, there was this neighbor of ours, a kind woman who lived alone. She would sit on her porch every evening, and the other people in town, they wondered about her, why she never married or went to the social gatherings.