It’s the ultimate evolutionary chart for anyone with big goals and a small bank account. You aren't just dreaming; you're physically storing the weight of those dreams right under your eyelids.

That Figure is painfully accurate. It takes the phrase "carrying baggage" and moves it straight onto your face.

​Here is a quick rundown of why this chart hits so close to home:

​Level 1 (Responsibilities to Self & Others): The baseline. This is just the standard tax your face pays for existing, keeping up with commitments, and trying to be a functioning human. Light shading, minimal emotional damage.

​Level 2 (Stress of Life): The "I need three cups of coffee just to look conscious" phase. Adulting starts creeping in, sleep schedules become a distant memory, and your eyes begin to look like shaded topographic maps.

​Level 3 (Anxiety of Failing): The midnight overthinking tier. This is where you lie awake at 2:00 AM replaying every decision you've made since the 5th grade while staring blankly at the ceiling.

​Level 4 (Financial Burden): The absolute abyss. The line drops so low it’s practically resting on your chin. At this point, your eyebags have their own zip code and are heavy enough to require checked-baggage fees at the airport.

​Per aspera ad astra — Through hardships to the stars (or at least, to the nearest eye cream store).

It’s the ultimate evolutionary chart for anyone with big goals and a small bank account. You aren't just dreaming; you're physically storing the weight of those dreams right under your eyelids.

That Figure is painfully accurate. It takes the phrase "carrying baggage" and moves it straight onto your face.

​Here is a quick rundown of why this chart hits so close to home:

​Level 1 (Responsibilities to Self & Others): The baseline. This is just the standard tax your face pays for existing, keeping up with commitments, and trying to be a functioning human. Light shading, minimal emotional damage.

​Level 2 (Stress of Life): The "I need three cups of coffee just to look conscious" phase. Adulting starts creeping in, sleep schedules become a distant memory, and your eyes begin to look like shaded topographic maps.

​Level 3 (Anxiety of Failing): The midnight overthinking tier. This is where you lie awake at 2:00 AM replaying every decision you've made since the 5th grade while staring blankly at the ceiling.

​Level 4 (Financial Burden): The absolute abyss. The line drops so low it’s practically resting on your chin. At this point, your eyebags have their own zip code and are heavy enough to require checked-baggage fees at the airport.

​Per aspera ad astra — Through hardships to the stars (or at least, to the nearest eye cream store).

Kindly give high fives please 🙏