"She set out on her own path to pursue herdream. But reality was different from what she had imagined, and many daysended in tears. There were countless moments when she wanted to give up andcollapse. She knew she needed courage to move forward, but fear always camefirst, leaving her unable to do anything. The moment she began to see thatpause as her limit, all her hope disappeared. All she wanted was to return tothe place where she once felt safe and at ease."
"Lately, he had begun to feel sorry forhimself. He finally realized that he had been postponing his most honestfeelings under the excuse of being busy, under the excuse of reality. Eventhough he lived each day according to what society expected of him, he felthimself drifting farther and farther away. The fear that he could never turnback, having already traveled so far in this state, constantly surrounded him.All of it turned into resentment toward the world and toward God, and remainedas a deep apology to the bright and pure child he once was. Because he lovedhimself more than anyone else, he was losing himself."
"Lately, he found himself returning to thesame question. Every morning he woke up at the same time, walked the same road, and began thesame day, yet his mind rarely settled in the present. The things he had to dowere neatly organized, and from the outside, he seemed to be moving within astable flow. Still, there was a strange feeling that he himself was missingfrom it. More and more often, being told that he was doing well no longer feltcomforting. He began to wonder whether he could keepliving this life. Rather than thinking he had made the wrong choice, he startedto question whether he had ever truly made a choice at all."
"Lately, she often found herself standing bythe window. She was looking outside, yet her gaze drifted through empty space. The things she had to do were clear, and so was the direction she was headingin,
but at some point, all of it began to feel strangely out of place. It felt as if she were walking through a life someone else had decided for her. It wasn’t the wrong path, yet she couldn’t be sure that the person standing onit was truly herself. She kept moving forward out of fear of falling behind, but her steps grewheavier with each one. So today again, she stands by the windowand asks herself whether this is really the life she once wanted."
"Lately, he found himself sitting in thesame place again and again, each time lost in a different train of thought. Thethings he had to do were clearly piling up, and the day seemed to move alongwithout any real trouble, yet inside him, something kept slipping out ofalignment. More than wondering what he should choose, what surfaced morevividly was which version of himself he would lose the moment he decided. So hechose to postpone his decisions, and only within that delayed time could hebarely catch his breath. No one noticed, but that confusion was not a collapse—it was the sign of a life he had not yet learned how to name, quietly movingwithin him."
"From a certain point on, he no longer knewwhere his thoughts began or where they ended. The day kept moving forward, yetwithin it, he often came to a halt. It felt like there were so many things hecould say, and yet no words he could bring himself to speak. Whenever heconsidered making a choice, he felt as if he would immediately lose anotherversion of himself. So he kept returning to the act of not choosing. It wasn’ta comfortable place to stay, but at least it wasn’t a lie."
