It’s not the first time I’ve written in a journal, but it will be the first time I actually take it seriously. I honestly don’t know what to write. In some strange way, I even feel guilty. I feel like I should have a more interesting life in order to deserve filling pages in a diary. As if journaling were a privilege reserved for people with dramatic stories or extraordinary days. But maybe that’s... » Continue Reading
I am tired. Tired in a way that sleep never fixes. Tired of searching and never stumbling into something that feels like joy. I have tried everything that ever carried the promise of happiness. Swimming clubs, theater groups, reading circles, writing workshops, math teams, science fairs, chess boards laid out like quiet battlefields. Piano keys under my fingers, guitar strings humming against my c... » Continue Reading
Plato was right: the body is a prison, and most days it feels like one built out of rotting walls and flickering lights. You wake up already confined, dragged back into the weight of flesh you never asked for. Bones creak like rusted hinges, muscles tighten like locked doors, and every heartbeat is another reminder that you’re trapped inside something that ages, decays, and betrays you slowly. The... » Continue Reading
This is something I posted on my substack, but I'd like to share it here... I don't really know why, but if anyone is interested in what I have to say about the book, here it is: How much is your happiness worth? What are you willing to sacrifice for it? “Happiness is based on a just discrimination of what is necessary, what is neither necessary nor destructive, and what is destructive.” » Continue Reading
I’m currently part of the student ambassador program at my university, and a few days ago, after finishing a campus tour, I stayed behind to chat with a few women who work in the library. I asked them whether you need a technical degree to work there, just out of curiosity, and they told me that it wasn’t strictly necessary. Then, as we kept talking, they mentioned something that really caught my ... » Continue Reading
I don’t know what has to happen for me to feel happy. It’s strange—I understand that happiness isn’t a constant state, but I don’t understand why sadness clings to me like a virus I can’t escape. It’s exhausting. I carry this same heavy feeling all the time, and it seems impossible to shake. Sometimes I wish I could step outside myself, see myself from the outside, s » Continue Reading
In the quiet corners of my mind, I find myself longing for something unknown. He escapes from my reach, always a little beyond me, but I feel his energy flowing through me, a tempting current. Despite the tiredness in my legs and the tension in my body, I extend my arms towards him, driven by the surge of adrenaline. There is a promise of better days on the horizon, a hopeful expectation that keep... » Continue Reading