Two Days.

In just two days, I turn 28. It’s a strange feeling—not shocking, not scary, just… surreal. Born in ‘97, I’m 27 today, but by the time the sun sets twice more, I’ll be 28. Another year gone, another year ahead. It’s not that I ever doubted I’d get here, but it’s still a moment that makes me pause. I’ve been alive for 28 years. That’s almost three decades of experiences, lessons, laughter, and mistakes. And if I have another 28 ahead of me, what will they look like? Who will I be when I’m 56? Will I recognize myself?

I’ve always found it fascinating how life doesn’t feel linear. We grow older, but our minds drift between past, present, and future like a tide we can’t control. One moment, I’m a kid in the backseat of my parents’ car, staring out the window, wondering what adulthood will feel like. The next, I’m here—an adult, but still carrying the same curiosity, the same sense of wonder, and, sometimes, the same unanswered questions. There’s this strange nostalgia I can’t shake, a longing for something I can’t quite name. It’s not just for the past—it’s almost like I miss moments I haven’t even lived yet.

Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to stories—books, films, shows that make me feel something deeply. There’s something intoxicating about slipping into another life, even if just for an hour. Watching a character’s pain, their joy, their heartbreak—it’s like stealing a glimpse into an alternate reality, one that isn’t mine but still resonates in ways I can’t always explain. That’s how I judge a good story: if I can feel their emotions as if they were my own, then it’s done its job. Maybe that’s what I crave most—to understand, to connect, to feel something bigger than myself.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about purpose. Not in a grand, philosophical way, but in a quiet, personal way. What am I building? What am I chasing? Sometimes, I feel like I’m standing in a hallway with endless doors, unsure of which one to open. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe life isn’t about having the perfect plan but about stepping through one door at a time, trusting that each choice leads somewhere meaningful.

As for this blog? I don’t really have a clear direction for it yet. Right now, it’s a space for my thoughts, a place where I can spill whatever’s on my mind. Some days, that might be about life’s bigger questions; other days, it’ll be about my hobbies and the things that bring me joy. A mix of who I am, what I love, and whatever else finds its way here. If you’re reading this, I hope you stick around. Maybe we’ll figure things out together.