It’s one of those mornings, you know, when you wake up feeling oddly motivated, or maybe just wondering what on earth you’re doing with your life. You tell yourself, right, let’s get it together. So, you head to a café, order something warm, open your laptop, and somewhere between sips, you start questioning if we’re all just living in a simulation. I’ve graduated, postgrad, but somehow, I still feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. I know, I know… I should be grateful. There are people out there with real, pressing problems. And I am aware of that. But pretending my own confusion doesn’t exist doesn’t feel right either.

So, there I was, trying to work but ending up people‑watching instead. Watching strangers typing, chatting, laughing, walking past, each one probably fighting their own little battles. I started wondering what’s going on in their heads. Are they worried? Hopeful? Completely unbothered? Do some people really float through life just… living it, no questions asked?