I often ask myself why I should not end my life, and the answers I found are small and stubborn. One extra day to see what happens. A duty to live with some respect for myself and the world. The chance to express the version of me that exists right now, imperfect and honest. These are not solutions, just practical tools I can use to keep walking forward each day.
A reflective piece on loneliness, meaning, and the quiet struggles hidden beneath ordinary lives. Drawing on existential thought and everyday experience, it explores how we construct stories, wrestle with the unknowability of others, and confront the absurdity of living.
There’s only a finite amount of time and space in the universe, and in your life. Don’t take this too philosophically. But don’t ignore it either.
In a world built for shortcuts and surface-level survival, some of us can’t look away. We don’t move fast. We don’t move on. We endure! not for clarity or reward, but because something in us refuses to lie. This isn’t wisdom. It’s not virtue. It’s the weight of being awake when everyone else is busy forgetting. This is the life of endurance.
A brutal mirror to your existence. This piece calls out the quiet lies you live by: fake peace, shallow healing, borrowed dreams, and a life outsourced to screens. It’s not here to comfort you. It’s here to shake you. To make you ask the one question you’ve been avoiding: Why are you living?