Chapter 1: The Paradox of Comfort

"I've been feeling stuck lately. The act of writing seems foreign to me. The inertia is suffocating."

As I express this to a friend over the phone, I can't help but notice the irony. I have the freedom to articulate these feelings while comfortably seated on my couch.

This is, in a way, a hidden blessing.

I don't necessarily 'have' to write anything. I’m at ease. Yet, that very comfort compels me to put pen to paper, as I need to engage in something meaningful to enhance my life.

And that realization brought clarity: the essence of true happiness.

We won’t be around forever—most likely, neither will you. Ultimately, we all face the end, no matter our choices in life.

Recognizing this reality can significantly shift your perspective.

With this in mind, I see two paths before me, both leading to the same conclusion.

Option one: I can embrace Nihilism, believing that nothing truly matters, and live a life of ease. Alternatively, I might say, "Why not?" Since life is finite, I should strive to leave a mark on the w