Sometimes, when I’m alone with myself, I wonder what I actually do in a day. Am I living with intention, or simply breathing in and out while time slips past without meaning?

I ask myself why I don’t create something useful — for myself, for someone else, or even for the world around me.

I ask why others seem able to do things I cannot. Why I hesitate. Why I think so much and act so little.
I ask why I feel alone, even when I’m surrounded by people.

The questions continue, one after another, without an end. And when the bubbles settle, they remain — quiet, floating, asking nothing from me.

Even with all these questions, I’m still here — living, wondering, and enjoying small treats along the way.