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Today I read this line in The Midnight Library by Matt Haig: “You don’t have to understand life to live it.” I sat with that for twenty minutes, staring out my window while rain tapped the glass like a quiet knock. I’ve spent years trying to “figure it all out”—my career, my relationships, my purpose—as if meaning is a puzzle with one correct solution. But what if it’s not? What if meaning isn’t found in answers, but in the act of showing up anyway? This sentence didn’t give me clarity. It gave me permission. To be confused. To stumble. To keep going without knowing why. I cried a little. Not because I was sad—but because for the first time in months, I felt allowed to be human, not a product to be optimized. I underlined it. Then I put the book down and made tea. No agenda. Just presence.

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