In a world obsessed with having more—more friends, more success, more everything—it’s easy to forget the quiet, simple power of one. It’s hard not to feel discouraged when life doesn’t give you the big crowd you imagined: no loud applause, no endless list of clients, no constant supporters. But what if we’re missing the point? …
Loneliness isn’t loud—it’s quiet. It doesn’t shout for help or draw attention to itself. Instead, it settles, soft and weighty, wrapping around you like a fog. It isn’t the absence of people that stings the most—it’s the absence of connection. That sense of being understood, of someone knowing what you’re not saying. There’s something primal …
The chaos, madness, trauma that is life. I often found myself going through the motions of it. At times I was not aware, aware that I was only existing, not living. Go to school, try to get good grades, pick a good career, try to mould myself to fit that career, maintain a functioning relationship …