“I’m tired of that cycle.

I know I’m responsible for my own feelings. Moving out might help, or it might not. A vacation is never enough to heal months or years of continuous exhaustion. And staying away from the people I love is not a sustainable way to find peace.”

“Family,” sadly, is the hardest thing I have ever dealt with in my life.

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““Are you ready for Christmas?”

That’s the question I’ve been asked the most lately. About three times a day.

My answer is usually: “Oh yeah! I have nothing to be ready for.”

I might be too honest in the way I talk to people. Sometimes I force myself to ask my clients how they are, how their day has been—simply because I work in customer service. Other times, even when I’m tired, I remind myself that the person in front of me deserves respect and care. And most of the time, I genuinely care about their answer. A simple act of caring.”

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“How many things in your life exist only because someone else has them?
Stuff you don’t even want, but you bought, chased, or flexed because everyone else does it.

I’m learning to be happy when I don’t have things I don’t even want.
Sounds ridiculous, right? Judge later, hold on for a second!”

Here, I document a year in my life!

I have arrive, I am home…

Maybe I’ve been going the wrong way.
Not because I’m failing, but because I’m finally awake enough to ask what I truly want.

I have no idea why I am here, but I am here.

I don’t know how long will I be here, in this world. Let’s see!

This is something I write for me, and to me, my dear! I am tired of chasing things that will probably never make me happy!

“This season became less about showing up for the world and more about returning to myself—choosing peace over noise, depth over distraction, and connection over performance.”

I used to think I wasn’t brave enough to travel alone, but this journey proved me wrong. In these pages, I share not only where I went, but also the confessions, fears, and lessons that shaped me along the way.

After a lot of hesitation (and existential overthinking), I finally made a video. It’s not perfect. Honestly, it’s messy and vulnerable, but it holds 5 lessons that changed how I see myself, life, and time.
I used to think I needed to wait until I “had it all together” to share something publicly… but now I know: the messy version is just as worthy.
If one day I’m no longer here, I hope this blog and these little videos become a tiny piece of my legacy, something honest, something human.

This isn’t a detailed travel itinerary.
It’s just a story about days when I was tired, quiet, and low-key hated myself…
Then slowly opened up.
Somewhere between the mountains and the silence, I learned to breathe a little slower, smile a little more, and hug someone I used to be too shy to even touch.

No structure, no plan — just some thoughts before I disappear into the mountains with a backpack and a lot of feelings.

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I used to wake up with curiosity and joy. Now, I wake up just trying to survive the day. Burnout crept in quietly—and this is my way of gently crawling back to myself.

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A mama duck. A road sign.
And me, realizing that my face might be the sassiest truth-teller I know.

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I met you right after I fell apart.
You didn’t bring flowers. You didn’t say sweet things.
But the way you held me from behind on a rainy day made my heart melt.

This is a love story, one I never saw coming.

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One quiet afternoon, I stood in front of my house, looked up at the sky, and asked myself, “How long will this peace last?”
It wasn’t a gloomy thought—just a soft reminder that life keeps flowing, and the only thing that stays the same is change.

Funny thing is, the more I try to hold onto "stability," the more I realize:
I’m still changing.
Still growing.
Still becoming.

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I used to hide. Ghost social media. Dodge expectations. But one day, the Hermit in me whispered: It’s time to serve. So here I am—messy, real, and still figuring it out.

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Goodbyes have never been easy.
But I'm learning to sit beside the sadness, like sitting with a gentle rain — not pushing it away, not clinging to it, just feeling grateful for the moments we shared.

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This blog is basically my brain talking to itself. I write about thoughts I probably shouldn't believe, spiritual side quests, and what happens when I pause and ask, “Are you sure?”

It’s not deep wisdom. It’s me, trying not to judge too fast, love a little better, and maybe understand this mess of a mind — one weird thought at a time.

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