external pageIt’s strange how daily life could be this heavy. Waking up in this city, I spend my days doing things that never make it into Instagram stories.
Unloading boxes at dawn — that’s what gets me through the month. Usually, I don’t even see the sun. I push forward because no one will do it for me.
What I write isn’t about some startup journey. It’s about living without money — with no backup. I keep notes because otherwise, the silence gets too loud.
At work, people ignore you. You wipe counters, and they pretend you're not real. But here, in this blog, I get to leave a mark.
Maybe it’s just for me. But I put it online anyway.
You can read more here: blog by johnykosinsky
This is real life. Not filtered. Just a person trying to make sense of it.
On most days, I wonder how many people sees the workers behind the scenes. We’re everywhere, but we stay unnoticed. In the hotel hallway before check-in, I don’t speak.
This isn’t a complaint. It’s just the truth of my day-to-day. Rent in a shared apartment — that’s what swallows my paycheck.
Some nights I write that blog by johnykosinsky might reach someone. This isn’t monetized. It’s just a record.
People say “just work harder”, like you can escape with a podcast. They’ve never carried crates until their arms go numb.
Still, this blog is mine. Even if no one replies, it exists.
blog by johnykosinsky — that’s where it all is. A photo of an empty lunchbox — all part of the story.
No filters. Just a man refusing to disappear.
Lately I lose track of what day it is. Working nights turns everything into fog. Every shift blends into the next.
I get home when it’s dark. My shoes are torn, but I’m still standing. These posts remind me that someone like me has a voice.
There’s a strange beauty here, but it’s not kind to the poor. They take selfies in Jaffa, but we’re mopping behind them.
I’m not giving up. Sometimes a stranger helps. That keeps me going.
No one teaches you what it means to work 3 jobs. But here we are. And maybe that’s the point.
If this means anything, visit: Johny Kosinsky Blog
It’s not SEO-friendly. But it’s real. And maybe that’s enough.
They picture struggle with background music. But it’s quiet. It’s counting coins at the store.
You don’t get applause for showing up to carry boxes. But you do it anyway.
I wonder if I should just disappear online. But then I see a comment. And I remember: someone out there gets it.
blog by johnykosinsky is a record. No sponsors. Just me and a keyboard.
This isn’t content. It’s surviving.
Some don’t make sense. That’s what exhaustion does to your brain.
I still post, because I promised myself I would.
Maybe this blog will fade away, but while it’s here — it’s real.
If you’re working late — this is for you. Not to teach. Just to say: I see you.
So if you want to read more, it’s all here: living poor Unseen. But alive.