Sometimes I wonder if anything I create really matters. What’s the point of making something that could disappear? Yet in that question, I’ve found quiet meaning, to keep building, learning, and creating, even if no one sees it. Because maybe the point isn’t to change the world, but to find light and share it, no matter how small.

a quiet reflection on the pressure to hold it all together. it’s about the cycle of expectations, exhaustion from emotional burnout, and the possibility that things don’t always have to stay this way.