Does living life matter?
The world has been here for billions of years. People are born and die, so will I.
My obsession with living a miraculous life, checking boxes, earning money, achieving goals, and traveling, does it really matter? Does it matter to the world? To people? Or does it only matter to me?
If I continue chasing and eventually get what I’ve been longing for all these years, is it truly worth living?
Maybe life is not about making it big. Maybe life is just about living.
Is it worth chasing dreams?
Or chasing happiness?
There’s something that bugs me if I don’t spill it out. So I started pouring it all into my diary—random thoughts, messy feelings, whatever’s sitting heavy in my head. Honestly, I’d love if someone out there could relate to these little spills of mine… or at least enjoy them the way I do.