Time to recover

I’m a 90s kid.

We lived between two peaks—
the rise of the Millennials
and the birth of Gen Z.

The difference?

Millennials learned to own technology.
Gen Z was born into the internet itself.

Compared to the Millennial era,
the Gen Z world feels rushed—
as if time moves faster than the body can follow.

Years disappear without being felt
because life now happens inside screens.

What I noticed about Gen Z
is how early life becomes global.
Imagine billions of people
looking at the same things,
judging by the same standards,
chasing the same version of success.

A global perspective becomes a global pressure.

Everyone grows up faster.
And everyone wants to become the same thing.

I grew tired of chasing the fear of missing out.

I used to be mainstream.
I used to live globally.
I showed my life online.
I consumed endlessly—
until the internet shaped my personality.

I was a hustle woman.
Chasing success so loudly
that victory only mattered
because others could see it.

Until reality arrived.

The human body has limits.
Coffee is not infinite energy.
Fast food is not real nourishment.
Money is never enough.
Shopping feeds an endless desire.
And everyone is racing to earn more—
without ever stopping to live.

I became exhausted by this life.

So I retired from it in my 30s.

I feel like I’ve experienced enough.
I chased almost everything in my 20s.
I checked off my bucket list—
and even went beyond it.

I gained experiences.
I failed many times.
I have things I’m proud of.

And yet I kept asking myself:
Was it worth it?

Human desire has no finish line.
It is never enough.

I kept wanting more,
not because I lacked anything,
but because I compared myself
to the world’s current standard.

In truth,
I already had more than enough.

So I knew I had to stop.

Stop running.
Stop chasing.
Stop performing.

To finally appreciate
the things I once prayed for—
and now take for granted.

I was angry for a long time.
Angry at dreams.
Angry at standards.
Angry at myself for always chasing.

But my soul was tired.
My body was tired.
My spirit was tired.

So I’m taking a break—
to recover.

I don’t want to lose my soul
for a future I can’t even predict.

Right now,
I need myself the most.

This is my pause.
From research.
From experiments.
From theories.
From philosophy.
From novels.
From life stories.

I hope others, too,
can step away from this world that moves too fast.

Sayonara.
Bye-bye.

It’s time to live slowly.

Sip tea.
Talk to trees.
Touch the grass.
Feel the wind.

Let the universe reconnect with you
before you disconnect yourself
from life.