It has been two years since I left school. The date is December 2025. My perspective on life has completely changed, and I am no longer the same person. Yet despite this transformation, the struggles continue. I may be living through the greatest loneliness of my life. I think my battle will be hardest on my soul. You might wonder how difficult it can really be.
Let me explain it this way: for the past year, I have gone to school every single night in my dreams. Each dream continues exactly where the previous one ended. I am so lonely that I remember my dreams more clearly than my real life. Last week, I was sick in one of those dreams, and I vividly remember asking for permission to miss school. This has nothing to do with missing school itself. It has everything to do with being deeply alone.
And as I always say, even if I were still in school today, I would make the same choices again. My focus has shifted to entirely different things now. I am building a new order for my life—one driven by meaning and strength. When I look back, I feel proud of myself, because I have paid heavy prices, and I am still paying them. I don’t know what the future holds. But I do know this: I will always push myself harder, and I will keep discovering who I truly am.
