Are we even real?

Do you ever just feel stuck? Like you should be doing more?

Lately, I've found myself in this peculiar state quite often, and it's a bit perplexing. On one hand, there's this nagging feeling that I should be doing more, yet on the other hand, I can't shake the belief that I'm right where I'm supposed to be. It's an internal tug-of-war that's become a recurring theme. I've adopted this life philosophy that everything unfolds for a reason, and even though I crave more, I find contentment in the realization that a year ago, this is exactly where I aspired to be.

Yet, amidst this contentment, there's a sense of being lost. I feel too young, yet paradoxically, I feel too old. It's like navigating through a weird identity crisis, all while the world around me seems surreal, as if nothing is quite real.

Have you ever pondered the idea that maybe nothing is real, and we're all part of some intricate matrix?

I can't help but despise the pervasive confusion. Life is confusing. Love is confusing!

Oh, and let's not even delve into the intricacies of love. My romantic escapades are oddly chaotic. I find myself in this peculiar stage where I don't fancy anyone, yet there's someone I can't help but like. The paradox is baffling. I'm attempting not to like them, but it feels like the more I resist, the more my affection grows. Simultaneously, I tend to lose interest quickly, and the fact that this person has me in a perpetual state of confusion might just be the very thing that makes me lose interest.

Life feels bizarre today.