But late at night, when the world quiets and no one’s watching, I feel… hollow. Like I built a life that looks good in pictures but doesn’t hold me when I need warmth.

I miss softness. Real conversation. Connection that doesn’t need emojis. A Sunday morning that isn’t packed with productivity.

So I started changing small things. I bought fresh flowers. I turned off my phone for hours. I looked strangers in the eye. I wrote a letter - with a pen. And the emptiness? It's still there, but it’s shrinking. Slowly, gently.

Because maybe the life I need isn’t the one that’s impressive - but the one that’s honest.