🏃Human Race

Wait... It’s 2019?

This morning, I woke up and had a shocking moment of self-awareness: it’s 2019.
Yeah, it took me a month and a half to realize 2018 was officially over. That’s how fast we’re sprinting through life—so fast, even the calendar gets dizzy.

We’re running this human race like caffeine-fueled marathoners—chasing money, status, love, followers, and probably the last slice of pizza. And in our mad dash, we forget to stop, breathe, or ask, “Wait, what am I actually running from… or towards?”

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Netflix Ate My 2018

I took a bold step recently—I took a full day off work. Not for a holiday, not for laundry, but just to exist.

The plan? Write. Because for me, writing is breathing out my soul.
Reality check? I ended up binge-watching TV, distracting myself with PUBG, and staring blankly at my phone like it held the meaning of life.

And suddenly, it hit me: this is why my last year feels like a glitch in the Matrix.
Work. Commute. Netflix. PUBG. Bills. Repeat.
And oh yeah, somehow, a marriage squeezed in there too.

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Mom Logic vs. My Existential Crisis

Remember when your mom said,
“Beta, stop job-hopping. Millions would kill to have your job.”

Yup, heard that one.
And guess what? It messed me up. Because on paper, I had it all. But inside? It felt like a cage disguised as a corner office.

Turns out, millions dying for your spot doesn’t mean you aren’t quietly dying inside it. That’s the human race for you — making us question if we’re living our dreams or just renting someone else’s life.

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Into the Wild (and Into the Irony)

Ever watched Into The Wild? A guy quit society to live in the wild and find freedom.
Most adults called it stupid and immature.
Yet, how many of us are trapped in jobs we hate, relationships we dread, sticking around just because “society says so”?

Funny thing: dying in the woods is “crazy,” but dying in your soul while stuck in routines is normal.
Spoiler alert: Both are deaths. Just with different hashtags.

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My Declaration of Independence (From The Human Race)

Here’s what I decided:
I’m a writer. It’s not just a passion or hobby. It’s my lifeboat in this wild ocean.

I may not be topping best-seller lists. I may be screaming into the internet void. But that’s okay.

Why? Because winning this race means nothing if you lose yourself along the way.
So I’m stepping off the treadmill, not because I’m afraid to lose, but because winning that race would mean forgetting who I really am.

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The Mic Drop You Didn’t Know You Needed

So, are you still running? Running after what others want? Running to keep up with ghosts on social media?

If yes, I hope you enjoy the ride. Because once you stop, you’ll realize—sometimes quitting is the real win.

And me? I’m here choosing to write, live, sometimes stumble, but always on my terms.

Because this race? It’s not for everyone. And that’s perfectly okay.

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🔥 Boom. Reality check served with a side of sass.

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