FRACTURE

How can life be so boring? Every day slips past like a car speeding down a highway—disappearing before I can truly notice it. Yet not a single moment lingers long enough to become a memory worth writing down.

I can’t remember any special story from my life that I can share—maybe I simply don’t have one. My life has been, and still is, mostly about sitting at my study table, studying without any true goal or direction.

Sometimes I wonder how different things could have been. If my parents were not so strict about my academic results and supported me a little more, maybe I would be living a happier life.

They believe they’re actually doing what’s best for me—that’s what most parents want. But unfortunately, they’re doing nothing but unintentionally pushing themselves away from their son’s heart.