When people ask me, “What have you been working on lately?”, I know they usually expect me to talk about a job, a project, or some visible accomplishment. But honestly, what I’ve really been working on isn’t something that fits neatly into a résumé or a social media update. I’ve been working on myself, on finding the purpose of my life, on understanding who I truly am beyond the roles, expectations, and noise of the world.
It sounds cliché, I know. But it’s deeper than that. It’s that quiet, haunting curiosity that asks, Why am I here? Why is my life the way it is? Why was I born into this particular body, this family, this time in history? There’s this subtle ache in me that refuses to just exist on autopilot. I’ve realized that the majority of people never pause to ask these questions, not because they don’t care, but because life is designed in a way that keeps us too busy to. We’re all conditioned to follow this invisible, inherited script: study hard, get a degree, find a “stable” 9-to-5 job, get married, have children, grow old, and die, all in the same town we were born in.
And maybe that’s fine for some people. But I’ve always felt like I can’t breathe in that kind of life. The idea of living a life filled with quiet compromises, where dreams are traded for security, curiosity for routine, and individuality for approval, terrifies me more than failure ever could. I don’t want to live a life that’s already been lived a thousand times before me. I want to live my life, the one that feels alive, authentic, and true to my soul.
Today’s generation, especially ours, is waking up to this realization. We’re no longer satisfied with the illusion of stability if it comes at the cost of our peace or purpose. We crave meaning more than material success. We crave emotional intimacy more than superficial attention. We crave freedom, the kind that lets us explore, heal, and unlearn everything that keeps us small.
I’ve been trying to understand my patterns, why I attract certain situations, why I react the way I do, why I sometimes sabotage my own happiness. I’ve been sitting with my inner child, facing the shadows I once buried under “busyness” and pretending everything’s fine. Healing isn’t glamorous, but it’s honest. It’s raw. It’s breaking down everything you once believed so that something real can finally take its place.
Some days, this journey feels beautiful, like I’m aligning with something higher, something divine. Other days, it feels heavy, like I’m losing myself before finding who I’m meant to be. But I guess that’s what self-discovery really is: the dismantling of everything false.
I don’t know where this path will take me, and for once, I’m okay with not knowing. I’m not chasing the life that looks good on the outside; I’m chasing the life that feels good on the inside. I want to travel, not just to places but within myself, through emotions, memories, and layers of consciousness I haven’t yet explored.
Because I believe we aren’t born to just work, pay bills, and die. We’re born to awaken, to evolve, to love deeply, to learn what it means to truly be alive.
So if you ask me what I’ve been working on, it’s this. I’ve been working on breaking free from the cycles that don’t serve me. On healing parts of myself I once abandoned. On learning to listen to my intuition more than societal noise. On finding peace in solitude. On understanding that success is not a job title, but the quiet satisfaction of knowing I’m walking in alignment with my truth.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s what life is really about, not finding all the answers, but learning to live beautifully in the questions.
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