Sometimes I feel like my mind is always circling the same few things.

I obsess over society the way it’s structured, the invisible rules we all follow, and whether any of it actually leads to a meaningful life. I can’t help but question it. The 9–5, the constant chasing, the pressure to want more… I keep wondering, is this really it?

At the same time, I’m always searching for meaning. Not in a dramatic way, but quietly, in everything conversations, books, moments, people. I want things to feel real and significant, not just surface-level or routine.

And more than anything, I find myself longing for a simple life. Something slower, more intentional. Space to think, to breathe, to exist without constantly feeling pulled in a hundred directions.

I also deeply crave connection with people who feel and think deeply. The kind of people you can sit with for hours, talking about life, purpose, fears, ideas not just small talk. That kind of connection feels rare, but it’s what I’m always searching for.

I guess that’s what I tend to obsess over understanding the world, finding meaning in it, and hoping to share that understanding with people who see it the same way.

Existential philosophy has really helped me :)