I’ve felt it — like nothing matters, like I’m floating through life without direction. This is a glimpse into how I slowly found pieces of meaning again, even when I thought it was gone forever.
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I’ve felt it — like nothing matters, like I’m floating through life without direction. This is a glimpse into how I slowly found pieces of meaning again, even when I thought it was gone forever.
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Honestly? I’ve had days where I’d just stare at the ceiling and wonder, “What’s the point of all this?” No amount of success or social interaction filled that hollow space. What helped wasn’t a sudden breakthrough — it was small things. A walk with my dog. The smell of coffee in the morning. And slowly, I realized meaning isn’t always loud or dramatic. Sometimes it’s quiet and waiting.