Anonymous

     There is a lyric that has lingered in my mind lately,  “My skin is very young, but my heart is very old.” It captures an uncanny feeling, as if someone has placed their finger on a truth I couldn’t articulate. How can you be so young, yet feel the weight of decades in your chest? How can you carry the wisdom of experience without having lived long enough to earn it? That lyric encapsulates the strange duality of my life—of many lives, I’d imagine.      I’ve spent countless days chasing after happiness, hoping that the next milestone or achievement would bring me the fulfillment I’ve been searching for. I believed that if I gathered enough—more success, more love, more validation—I would finally feel complete. And yet, here I am, surrounded by everything I once dreamed of, realizing that fulfillment was never hidden in these external things. It’s a sobering realization, one that’s both freeing and heavy.      We live in a world that...