Aren’t we all just tiny humans, ordinary and full of flaws at the end of the day?
We want to know you, for you and we want to listen to you, for you. For who you are, for all the times you cried in the shower and nobody heard you, for all the times you wanted to yell from the top of your lungs to the bottom of the mountain, for all the nastiest things you’ve heard about yourself to the time you could only hold your own hand in the darkness.
We want to hear what made you, become you. Your rags to riches, your champion story. Your loudest moment, your comfort zones.
Humans of Monash, by MONGA.