While everyone strives to be perfect,
I'm just trying to keep breathing.
To stay here.
To keep surviving.

From the moment I opened my eyes this morning, everything felt the same.

The same alarm clock. The same streets. The same people who never said hello.

The job I once considered a dream now feels like just another day passing. A habit that becomes routine. Short conversations at the office that don't leave a lasting impression, and occasional laughter that leaves no trace of happiness.

Sometimes I wonder,

is adult life just about waking up, going to work, going home, and repeating the same thing the next day?

Have I been losing myself, buried and hidden among piles of never-ending work?

Before I turn off my bedroom light and close my eyes at night, my heart prays.

I want to find a glimmer of happiness for myself,

the courage to welcome the day with an open heart,

a way to rediscover the self I've long forgotten.

And if I really need someone else to help me remember,

Then I hope we can share sweat and smiles,

so we don't get trapped in loneliness.