Everyone hopes to live a normal life , earn a good income, find stability, and enjoy peace. But reality isn't as smooth as I once imagined. Finding a job feels like chasing the wind. Rejections pile up. Promises fade. Even doing business doesn’t bring joy anymore. The economy slows, and with it, so does hope.
Sometimes, I feel lost. I ask myself, What should I do now?
No clear answer.
No open door.
I stumbled into Hive, not with dreams of fame or fortune, but with a tiny spark. Just a place to write a wall where I can leave pieces of my thoughts. I don't know if anyone will read. I don’t know if anyone will care. But writing, even poorly, is something I can still do. And maybe that’s enough for now.
I am not powerful. I’m not a great writer. I don’t have the money, the voice, or the connections. But I do have a will to speak—softly, honestly, and without masks.
Does Hive give magic? I don’t know yet. But if magic exists, maybe it's in the courage to keep writing, even when no one listens. Maybe it’s in the quiet strength of not giving up.
So I’ll keep posting, one word at a time. I’ll plant these small seeds and hope that something good grows. Not just followers or rewards, but something deeper: healing, purpose, and connection.
If you're reading this thank you. Maybe that's where the magic begins.
