I Am Human, But I Don’t Feel Like One.
When my alarm went off at 6 am, like it does every morning, I rubbed my eyes, feeling the weight of the upcoming day.
I had a meeting at 8:30, a project deadline at midday, and a ton of meetings that could have just been emails.
There were also messages that I wish people hadn’t sent. As I blundered into the kitchen to make my morning coffee, I caught a glance of myself in the bedroom mirror.
I looked fatigued, stressed, and just felt empty.
When did I become this individual? When did my life become so focused on constant productivity and achieving more?
I reflected on my younger days when life seemed simpler and more optimistic.
I recalled spending long summer days exploring the garden behind our house, engaging myself in books, and envisioning the future. I reminisced about feeling a sense of wonder and limitless potential, believing that life was full of adventure and purpose.
Somewhere in the journey, those deep emotions vanished, giving way to a persistent sense of unease and an unrelenting need to maintain a lead.
I embraced the notion that success equated to constant activity and that my value was determined by my daily achievements. Now, as I stand in my kitchen at 6 am, I am hit by the…
