Part 3 | Overthinking

So here i am.

staring at my phone, wondering what i should have for breakfast.

but also wondering if i should even eat breakfast at all.

because like… who’s got the time for breakfast when there’s the existential dread of being an adult?

let's start with the basics:

what’s for breakfast?

should i make pancakes?

but i don’t have the energy for pancakes.

maybe cereal?

but do i even have milk?

ok fine, toast?

wait, do i even have bread?

…and then there’s the money issue.

my bank account says, “we’ve been here for a while,”

and i'm like, yeah, but not in a good way.

i try to budget—i swear i do.

but then i remember that one online shop had a 50% off sale,

and suddenly, my money's gone faster than my will to get out of bed.

and then i think, i should probably do something productive today.

maybe read?

but my attention span is shorter than a TikTok video.

maybe exercise?

but… uh, no.

let’s be real, my body’s not feeling it today.

staying in bed and scrolling through memes seems like a better plan.

oh, and then there’s the big life update that everyone’s talking about—

adulting.

yeah, that thing.

when did life get so... complicated?

i used to just worry about whether or not i’d have enough time to finish my homework.

now i’m here thinking about taxes, rent, and what’s for dinner—

which, by the way, is still undecided.

but here’s the thing about overthinking:

it’s like running on a treadmill that’s going nowhere.

you’re tired.

you’re out of breath.

but you’re still stuck in the same place, making the same loop of thoughts.

and somehow... you still haven’t made breakfast.

so, yeah.

that’s where i am right now.

thinking too much about the little stuff,

while the big stuff just sort of floats in the background, unnoticed.

life’s a weird, chaotic mix of trying to figure out how to survive adulthood,

and figuring out if you should have toast or cereal.

and somehow, i’m still not sure.

“who needs clarity when you have coffee?”

— Naz

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Echoes of Home

In the vast city's gleaming light, Where dreams and stars align, I chase the promises of night, Yet something tugs inside. Amidst the bustling, crowded streets, Where shadows dance and fade, A whisper of a distant beat, Calls from the life I made. Beneath the urban, restless hum, I hear a softer tune, The murmurs of where I come from, Beneath the harvest moon. The scent of earth, the touch of rain, The warmth of faces dear, A place where love and memories reign, And hearts are always near. Though towers rise and futures gleam, In concrete and in steel, I wander back in every dream, To where the soul can heal. For in the noise and in the haste, In every path I roam, The echoes of my past embrace, And guide me gently home. — Naz

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