My existential crisis moment.

The moment my existential crisis hits, brings me truth. “Why am I really here?” becomes my central question. The answer lies in my need and stubbornness to return to what I perceive as my reality. It pulls me back in relentlessly, with urgency, not out of fear, but as power. This is my life, and the meaning I make of it, is up to me.

The “why” matters not.

The “am I really here?” Is the answer.