Rewrite Your Own Script

Life felt like a cruel joke to him. Everyone around him was living on autopilot.

Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat for sixty

years until death arrives. Nobody questioned it. Nobody paused to

ask why. They just existed, moving through days like robots following code.

And watching this pattern unfold everywhere made him sick. This is what we call living?

This endless cycle that leads nowhere? Birth to death with nothing but distractions in between?

He couldn't accept it. The realization hit hard. Maybe life has no

inherent meaning. But that's exactly what makes it powerful. You're not here to follow someone