A few days ago, while observing birds in the sky, I noticed something strange. Two crows were staring at me from the clouds, asking me meaningless, nonsensical questions. I shared a photo of them on Instagram. They seemed to be waiting beside the edge of a roof, forming a heart shape as if they were silently expecting something. The pink color of my house added an eerie, mysterious atmosphere—no one knows why. A few minutes earlier, there weren't any birds in that place. Life suddenly struck me like a slap on the face; perhaps even the birds themselves took offense and looked at me with anger. I believe the sky is full of angels who have something they want from me—they simply need courage and one or two steps forward. My life isn’t on track, my expectations, desires, and dreams have been stuck in a form of senescence. I’m looking for someone to help me solve this, probably. The way those two crows were standing there, silently watching me, completely confused my mind. They seemed...
I didn’t realize I was slowly losing my time and the magic of youth. I noticed that in these places, people's value seems to be only revealed at their highest points—my own worth has diminished. The voices inside my head have made me lose interest in working. I'm tired of the barriers that prevent me from doing what society considers high-level work. And honestly, I can't even manage low-level jobs either. Even though I know I’m still young in my 30s, I’m afraid—whether for myself or for someone else—that any action I take will only lead to disappointment and despair. I’m deeply tired of this pattern; it’s exhausting. I no longer feel hatred toward the people who treat me badly—but actually, I find disgust in it now. What I truly need isn’t anger; it's something far more profound. The truth is, someone has hidden their weapon and I'm trying to figure out who they are—more than that, I just want to know their identity. That feels utterly degrading. I still can'...