Luna Echoes

It’s strange—how heavy this kind of sadness can feel.

You wake up, but it’s like there’s no point.
Nothing feels new.
Everything’s just the same. On loop.
Wake up. Work. Eat. Sleep.
Repeat.

And for what?

I used to believe that growing up meant finally being happy.
That once I had money—once I could afford the things I wanted—life would feel easier.
That it would be enough.

But no one really talks about this part:
That even when you have the things you once prayed for,
you can still feel empty.
Like something’s missing.

And now here I am.
Living the life I thought I wanted…
yet somehow, everything feels stuck.
Directionless.
Like I’m just floating.
No map. No one to tell me what comes next.
Just me.
And honestly? I’m tired.

It wears you down—being the only one holding yourself together.
No one asking if you’re okay.
Just me, asking myself the same question again and again.
And even I don’t have an answer anymore.

Sometimes I wonder…
Is this it?
Is this what life’s going to be from now on?
Is it possible to feel content—even when everything feels hollow?
Even when the world turns grey?
Even when I’m alive just because I have to be—not because I want to be?

I don’t know.
I really don’t.

But what I do know is this:
It’s exhausting.
It’s lonely.
It dulls everything.

And I just hope—
maybe one day,
somehow—
a moment will come that reminds me what it feels like to live.
Not just breathe.
But feel something real.
Something that makes me want to stay.

Because right now…
it doesn’t.
Not really.