Some days, everything feels like noise.
The work, the deadlines, the routines, the smiles — all playing on loop, like a song you’ve heard too many times. You wake up, brush your teeth, check your phone, pretend to care. But deep down, something whispers: “What’s the point?”

And no, not because you’re lazy, or lost, or dramatic.
But because sometimes, life genuinely… doesn’t feel like it’s going anywhere.
And that’s okay.

They told us life must have a grand purpose — a calling, a mission, a dream to chase.
But what if some lives are not meant to be extraordinary?
What if sitting by a window with evening light on your face is enough?
What if the joy of hot chai, an old song, a moment of silence — that’s the meaning?

We keep chasing answers, but maybe the mistake is assuming there’s a question.
Maybe life isn’t a riddle.
Maybe it’s just a sky — sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear —
and we are just meant to sit under it for a while.

Not everyone finds “their purpose.”
Not everyone changes the world.
Some just survive, feel, love a little, break a little, and quietly disappear.

And maybe that’s not meaningless.
Maybe that’s… beautifully human.

— from The Inner Notebook