Life. It’s such a simple word for something so endlessly complicated. For some, it’s just about surviving. For others, it’s about chasing meaning. And then there are those who feel like it has no meaning at all.
As for me, I think I’m still trying to figure it out.

I’m not a philosopher. I don’t have grand theories or answers. But what I do have is curiosity, sometimes too much of it. Life can feel like a puzzle you’re not supposed to solve, and the more you try, the more the pieces shift around.

I’ve been alive for a while now. Not long enough to be wise, but long enough to have felt a bit of everything: joy, loss, confusion, gratitude. The full emotional buffet, you could say.

This blog might not have a point. If you’re reading it, maybe you're someone I know. Or maybe you're just someone who likes wandering through strangers’ thoughts online. Either way, thank you for being here.

Lately, I've been haunted by a weird thought: what if I were someone else? Like, completely. What if I could just swap lives or consciousness with another person, the way it happens in those sci-fi stories? Would I still feel like me? Would it help me understand myself better or just make everything worse?

I’ve been thinking too much. University might be to blame. I’m back at it again. Turns out, I can’t stay away from academics. There's something oddly comforting about learning, even when it's overwhelming.

These days, life feels strange. I move slowly. I cook, I study, I try to be mindful with each task. But time itself races ahead like it’s late for something. One moment I’m waking up, the next it’s already night.

Still, I try not to obsess over it.

Why, you might ask?

Because even if my life doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of the universe, it matters to me. That has to count for something. I want to live intentionally. I want to feel the good things while they’re here, and let the sadness in when it comes too.

I want to give something back. To my family. To the people around me. How? I’m not sure. Maybe by becoming a slightly better version of myself each day. I’m not a motivational speaker, I’m just trying.

I love coding. I love baking. I love cooking slow meals. And sometimes, I love just staring up at the night sky, wondering if God is up there looking back. Or if there’s another version of life out in the stars. Sometimes I think maybe creation never really stopped. But what do I know? I’m not a scientist. I’m not a theologian. I’m just someone who wonders.

I’ve always wanted to learn more about astronomy, about math, and how everything connects. I used to chase those questions more seriously, until work and reality pulled me away. Now that I’m back in school, maybe I can try again.

But will that be enough? Are there still self-taught thinkers in this world? Or am I just being unrealistic?

I don’t know.
Maybe this is all just rambling.
Anyway, thanks for reading. Take care of yourself.