Reflections Across These Past Months
Over the past few months, my mind has felt like a maze that keeps rearranging itself while Iβm still inside it. Not in a dramatic, cinematic wayβmore in the quiet, persistent way where thoughts shift just as Iβm starting to understand them. Itβs strange how the inner world can feel both familiar and foreign at the same time.
There have been days when everything inside me felt organised and bright, as if all the gears had finally decided to turn in the same direction. And then there have been the other daysβthe ones where my thoughts seemed to scatter like startled birds, leaving me standing in the middle of an empty mental field, unsure of where they went.
