“Chasing Stars, Dreading Silence”
Here’s the thing about life — it’s both too much and not enough. One minute you’re high on possibility, manifesting abundance with your oat milk latte in hand, and the next you’re staring at the ceiling wondering if this is all there is. Spoiler alert: sometimes, it is.
There’s a peculiar emptiness that sets in when life becomes fine. Not tragic, not euphoric — just… beige. And beige, darling, is a hard color to live in. We’re not wired to sit still in contentment. We’re designed (or cursed?) to chase. The next job. The next trip. The next hit of excitement. Because let’s be honest — inner peace doesn’t give you an adrenaline rush. A good meltdown or spontaneous life crisis, however? Five stars. Would recommend.
Why is it that when life gets quiet, we panic? Maybe because silence leaves too much space for the truth to echo back. That maybe we don’t know what we’re doing. That maybe the dream life isn’t coming. That maybe this is it — a loop of meetings, memes, and mildly disappointing dinners.
But here’s the ironic beauty of it all: the highs don’t last, but neither do the lows. Everything shifts. Life is a carousel of impermanence, spinning us through euphoria, ennui, grief, and back again.
So maybe, just maybe, the secret isn’t in chasing stars — it’s in learning to sit with the silence. To stop scrolling through our own lives looking for something brighter. Because even in boredom, there’s a quiet kind of magic. A reminder that the dull days are still days. And sometimes, that’s enough.
Until the next crisis, of course
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