Not because your life is empty, but because your attention keeps slipping past what is already in front of you.

Persistence and passion can feel clean and noble in your chest, like a steady drum that keeps you moving when other people drift.

The package is opened, the excitement fades, and your room feels a little fuller but you don’t.

There is a moment, usually late at night or early in the morning, when everything around you is still and you can hear your own thoughts a bit too clearly.

Nothing huge, nothing dramatic.