For a long time, I kept asking myself what kind of life I want, and what would count as a life that feels “good enough” to me. Maybe it is not some predefined template of success. Maybe it is not a life built on constant praise or continuous affirmation. For me, at least at this moment, as I am typing these words, the life I am living now is a life I like. It is made up of things that are very concrete, yet easy to overlook. For example, I can sleep with a sense of calm. When I wake up, I still feel willing to eat. I have a few things in my hands that are moving forward steadily. They are not urgent, but they are moving. I have a family who is healthy, who loves me, who tries to understand me, and who offers me strong support. I also have friends who share my wavelength, people I can sit in silence with, or talk nonsense with. I have some hobbies, and some things I know I am reasonably good at. All of this sounds ordinary. But the older I get, the more I feel how rare it actually is. Because what truly wears us down in life is often not a single failure, but long stretches of unease, disorder, and that feeling of having everything around you while being unable to hold onto anything. I think it is a good feeling to be supported by these specific, tangible things. The rhythm of the body, the warmth of relationships, everyday interests, these are, in themselves, a form of luck. Maybe this is not a life that looks dramatic or spectacular. But it is a life that can be continued. To certain versions of myself between the ages of twenty and thirty, I want to say this. If you are in a phase that feels uncertain right now, I hope you can still sleep, still eat, and still be gently held by yourself, by a few people, and by a few things. That alone is already something worth cherishing.
#my daily lifeLast modified on 2026-01-25