The cost of existence piles its burdens relentlessly until the heart staggers, the mind numbs, and every nerve burns with extreme exhaustion.
To survive is to feel the unbearable weight pressing on your chest, to endure the fatigue in every fiber of your being, to let yourself exist in the emptiness without pretending or hiding, and to slowly gather the courage to keep moving even when the life has nothing left.
To notice how easily meaning slips between words and gestures is to realize why genuine understanding between people feels rare and fragile.
Noticing the gaps between what people say and what they truly mean can feel isolating, but then, it also awakens a deeper awareness of how delicate human connection is, and how much patience, empathy, and presence it takes to truly meet one another in the same moment.
I ask strange questions because my completely lost mind wanders where the right words cannot reach.
I understand that my moments of awkwardness do not diminish me; they reflect my honesty, my desire to engage meaningfully, and my willingness to do my best to both my inner world and the people around me, patiently and thoughtfully.