The Unhappy Me!
Look! How infatuating adulting seemed once… This was the thought that ran through my mind during my teenage years. Back then, I was foolish enough to believe that growing up would bring me all the happiness and freedom I was missing. That, I now realize, was my biggest misconception. The fake smiles adults wore were nothing but a trap. Standing here today, being an adult myself, I understand the struggle and the pain behind every possible luxury that once appeared so casual. I now see how difficult it truly is to spend years on this strange planet—while once upon a time, I even wished to be immortal. With time, I came face to face with harsh realities: the weight of our existence, the atrocities around us, the fakeness of people, the fading humanity, the power of money… and the list doesn’t end. It’s not that I think I can’t do anything in life; my concern lies elsewhere—why should I? What is the point of doing anything when, eventually, nothing will be ours? One day, it all colla...