If nothing changes, where do I honestly see myself in five or ten years? I keep circling that question like I am walking around a locked door, trying every handle and still not getting in. I picture t…

Sometimes it feels like my life is on rails and I am just a passenger, watching it all go by. Work, video games, sleepless nights, repeat. I drag myself from one day to the next like I am half awake, …

After yet another long, drawn-out night, just lying awake and staring at the ceiling, waiting for the chance to finally sleep, I can’t help but wander through all the “what ifs” of my life. It feels l…

I have stopped asking myself if I am happy. Somewhere along the way, I decided that happiness was a secondary concern, something that mattered less than being reliable or good. I traded joy for utilit…