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The thin line.

This content was created on the second of January 2026.

I've decided to journal about my life now, my lived experiences, claim back my identity.

Because for years now all I've been doing is floating. 2025 was a win, but it was all done on auto pilot. I was in my mind most of the time, stuck between the past, present and future, not sure which one to live in.

People don't talk about what comes next after you've used up your strength to the point where all you have left are fumes. Everything keeping you steady suddenly runs out and then you're left in limbo, surviving yes but never truly living.

You still get things done, still get called excellent but only you know what the voices say about you not yet living up to your potential. 

To understand where it all went wrong, first you need to go back to the beginning or rather the end, the time in your life when the camel's back broke.

Then retrace your steps, see how it influenced your choices, your habits, your friends or lack thereof.

If you're someone who thinks alot like me, you might have experienced this phase once or twice. The phase where you're burnt out and trying to get back your footing.

2026 is where we dust the cobwebs cluttering the rooms in our minds that still faintly calls and echoes to the surface, the plans we left denied and unfinished, songs we never sang again, projects we never started.

2026, is about finding yourself. The part of you you've silenced for far too long.
It's time you told yourself that it's time to exist and thrive again. 

Being hidden doesn't hold a candle to when you finally step back into the light.

It's time to cross the line and have dominion again. 

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