I feel like I’ve been knocked down, and the weight of it all is starting to crush me. At 27, life feels hollow. It’s like I’m walking through a fog with no clear path, no real aim, and nothing to look forward to. There’s this deep emptiness that I can’t shake off, and I can’t help but ask myself, why did I fail?
I have to stay down for a while — accept that I failed — and figure out what went wrong. I made so many mistakes, some of them so obvious in hindsight. I was an over-spender, not just with money but with kindness, too. I never knew how to say no. I gave too much of myself, and it left me drained, lost in the process. I have to learn how to set boundaries, how to protect myself without feeling guilty.
The harsh reality is that I’m not skilled in anything — at least not in a way that feels meaningful. But that’s okay. Instead of wasting time trying to learn everything, I need to focus. Focus on the things that really matter. The things that will actually move me forward.
And then there’s love. Why did I fail there, too? The truth is, my decisions were wrong. My situation was bad. There were parts of my character I didn’t like — little things like jealousy, baggage from my past, the stuff I never really dealt with. And maybe I didn’t give enough, or maybe I gave too much of the wrong things. I’ve got to accept all that.
She’s moved on now. It’s pointless to keep hoping or to keep crumbling over something that’s no longer mine. I have to stop clinging to the past and start building my own future. I may not have it all figured out, but I know one thing: it’s not too late to change. The fear of it being too late is my biggest motivator. If I don’t do it now, I know I’ll regret it forever.
Life has knocked me down, but I’m not done yet. I will get back up. It’s time to find my way.