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You’re Alive… But Are You Really Living?
Dear Readers. 🌷❣️🌷
Happiness, in its simplest form, is having something to love, something to do, and something to look forward to. I just wish they had been more specific.
I’ve heard that writing helps with stress and anxiety, and honestly, between the world ending every week and life crises pilling up, I need all help I can get.
It’s been hard these past few months. I felts stuck like I couldn’t do anything at all. Or maybe I just didn’t know where to start.
Before all this, I was caught up in the everyday rush, too busy just trying to survive.
But when life slows down, when all the destructions fade away, you’re left facing the one question we all try to avoid: What am I really doing here?
Sometimes, it feels like everyone else has it figured out while I’m still trying to make sense of it all.
Robin Williams once said, “Beauty, romance, love these are what we stay alive for”.
And maybe that’s true. We watch movies and hope life is as smooth, as scripted as it is on screen clear choices, predictable outcomes.
