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Most apps ask: “How do you feel today?” This one asks: “How much was today worth?” Not a mood tracker. Not a health score. Not another productivity app. Just one quiet moment before sleep, where you rate the value of your day… and leave a note explaining why. Maybe today was an 8 because you finally felt alive again. Maybe it was a 3 because nobody noticed you were struggling. Maybe it was a 10 because of a single conversation you’ll remember forever. Over time, your life becomes a timeline of self-judgment: the good days, the wasted days, the unforgettable ones. And with friends added, you don’t just watch people post highlights anymore. You watch how they truly rate their existence. A score. A memory. A note left behind for the infinite. My Day Point apps.apple.com/tr/app/my-day-… #philosophy #selfimprovement #indiehackers #buildinpublic #iosapps #indie #build #startup #relationship #gaming #mobileapp

@CaffeinatedLiha Then perhaps, before long, I shall arrive with a story of my own to ease your hunger for distant worlds, sleepless nights and unforgettable souls.

Looking for novellas or short books to binge, any suggestions?

@tailopez The difficult part was never the math. It was becoming the kind of person 1,000 humans trust enough to give $997 to

By far easiest way to do a million is sell a $997 product to 1,000 people. I’ve done over $100 million at that price. Its optimal.

In the internet age, creating is sometimes less about building… and more about trying not to become invisible

@hellojaibu Lets comnect mate

Solo builders , let’s connect. ✋🏻 If you’re working this weekend share below your link and one liner. 💯

@edgaralandough Be careful what you tolerate repeatedly; the human soul quietly becomes shaped around the prisons it survives too long inside.

I’m 32. Give me oddly specific life tips. No general ”surround yourself with positive people” tips. I want the most random, specific advice possible.

Sl - slime, slither, slippery, slop, sludge Cr - crack, crash, crush, crumble

@Thebiglade Trying to be understood by people who were already committed to misunderstanding you.

What’s something you got older and realized was a complete waste of energy ??

In an era where people can generate answers instantly, reading books remains one of the few acts that still demands patience, silence and genuine intellectual hunger.

Sometimes life does not reward you immediately after goodbye. Sometimes it simply removes what was slowly destroying your soul in silence.

@DanielSmidstrup LinkedIn is full of “thrilled to announce.”

X is full of Founders Reddit is full of bot LinkedIn is full of ...

@AlkaVerma56 Lets connect !

Hey everyone👋 Just joined the platform and excited to #connect with people who are passionate about technology and building cool things. I’m currently exploring: • Frontend Development • React & JavaScript • Modern Web Design • AI Tools • Tech Communities Looking forward to learning, building and #connecting with amazing people here✨

@sophie_launch Lets connect x.com/nevalabs2026/s…

Hi, I'm new to X and looking to #connect with the #buildinpublic and tech communities. I’d love to meet folks in: 🚀 SaaS & Startups 📷 Web or Mobile Developer 🤖 AI product builders What are you guys working on right now?

@kaaaash____ Because after years of debugging human-made systems, growing tomatoes starts sounding spiritually advanced

Be honest, Why is every software engineer’s backup plan always farming?

Because after years of debugging human-made systems, growing tomatoes starts sounding spiritually advanced

Be sure , no they don’t

Years ago, during one of the coldest winters ( I used to live in Helsinki) can remember, I found myself in a forgotten little café near the edge of the city. The kind of place people do not enter unless life has already exhausted them a little. The windows trembled softly each time the wind passed through the narrow streets outside. Rainwater crawled slowly down the glass like dying veins. Somewhere in the corner, an old radio whispered tired jazz music beneath the low murmur of strangers carrying invisible wars inside themselves. That was where I noticed him. An old man sitting alone beneath a weak yellow lamp. His coat looked older than some marriages. The leather around his gloves had begun to crack like dry earth after famine. Deep lines crossed his face like roads carved by grief itself. Yet his eyes… his eyes carried that strange stillness only found in people who have suffered enough to stop fearing life. I do not remember how the conversation began. Maybe loneliness recognizes itself in other people. We spoke for nearly an hour while the storm outside slowly swallowed the city whole. He talked little, but every sentence felt heavy, as if dragged upward from the bottom of some deep dark ocean inside him. At one point I asked him: “What is the biggest thing life ever taught you?” The old man became silent. Not ordinary silence. The kind of silence that makes you feel someone is walking through entire graveyards of memory inside their own mind. He turned his head slightly toward the rain-covered window. Then, very quietly, he said: “When I was young, I believed the purpose of life was to become important.” His fingers tightened slightly around the warm cup between his hands. “So I chased money. Status. Recognition. Victory.” A faint smile crossed his face then. Not happiness. The kind of smile ruins leave behind after wars. “And one day,” he continued, “I looked around and realized I had built a life impressive enough to make strangers envy me… but not peaceful enough to let me sleep at night.” The café suddenly felt colder after that sentence. Outside, the storm kept bending the trees violently beneath the wind. The old man watched them carefully before speaking one final time: “People think tragedy is dying alone.” He shook his head slowly. “No.” “Real tragedy is spending your entire life climbing toward something… only to discover, very late, that your soul was starving while your ego was being fed.” For some reason, I never forgot him after that night. Maybe because deep down, every human being secretly fears building the wrong life too successfully.

@AlejaReads x.com/nevalabs2026/s…

Which literary character has broken your heart the most???

My List … LITERARY CHARACTERS Smartest — Sherlock Holmes
Most psychologically disturbing — Raskolnikov
Most charismatic — Heathcliff
Most overrated — Gatsby 
Most heartbreaking — Severus Snape
Most comforting — Samwise Gamgee
Most controversial — Holden Caulfield
Most terrifying presence — Judge Holden
Most impossible to forget — Edmond Dantès
Most memeable — Don Quixote
Saddest loneliness — Prince Myshkin
Biggest fall from grace — Dorian Gray
Most underrated — Alyosha Karamazov

Watch how people behave when there is nothing to gain. No status , No attraction, No audience, No benefit. That is usually where the real person quietly appears.

@anxietymsgs Watch how they behave when there is nothing to gain. No status , No attraction, No audience, No benefit. That is usually where the real person quietly appears.

How do you know someone's true personality?