There’s a certain heaviness that settles over us, an invisible weight that we carry without knowing exactly how it’s come to rest upon our shoulders. It’s not the weight of physical things—of tasks to be done, of deadlines to be met—but something deeper. A quiet pressure, the weight of constant input, endless streams of noise that flood the mind. We are connected, yet distant, linked to a world of voices that all seem to say the same thing, and yet none of them quite reach us. We are told, over and over, that meaning is something we must chase, that it lies just beyond the horizon of our daily lives. But in the rush of things, in the swirling chaos of notifications and demands, meaning becomes a fleeting shadow, something we can almost grasp but never quite hold. Every day, we search—through scrolling screens, through fleeting conversations, through the next achievement or the next purchase—hoping to find something that anchors us, something that gives shape to the restless, shifting f...
I dwell in the spaces where shadows meet light, where questions outnumber answers. A seeker of truths buried deep, I write to unearth what lies beneath the surface. In the chaos, I find my voice. In the silence, I find myself.