On the Edge, Still Breathing
It has been a long time since I wrote about a book, a game, or life in general. Maybe that silence says something. I have been trying, in my own imperfect way, to stay happy, sane, functional, and hopeful. I have tried to keep moving even when the road felt empty. But lately, I have reached a place where I feel tired in a way sleep cannot fix. Not tired of one bad day. Tired of carrying the same questions for years. So I am writing this down, not as a final statement, not as a cry for attention, and not because I expect many people to read it. I am writing because sometimes pain needs a place to sit outside the body. Sometimes a person has to look at his own wounds clearly before he can decide what to do with them. These are the things that have been bothering me for a very long time. 1. Life Partner I feel like I failed myself here. Maybe if I had invested more time, more courage, or more attention into finding someone, I would have been married by now. Maybe I would have had a ...