A short poetic reflection on futility. Not as failure, but as quiet rebellion. On showing up, even when it feels pointless. On still being here.
A philosopher at heart; an author by passion. Welcome to my musings!
Month: October 2025
It’s strange how something as small as an itch can unravel peace. One moment I’m breathing in the night air, the next I’m certain something unseen is crawling beneath my skin. Maybe it’s not about the bugs at all—maybe it’s October’s reminder that even beauty comes with a little discomfort, and that letting go is part of being alive.