People call me a failure — it seems.

And I know the risk of feeling like a loser,

every single day.

I wake up to numbness.

My head feels heavy,

thoughts rolling but never settling.

Maybe this numbness has taken over,

because lately…

I don’t feel much at all.

The emptiness in my mind

has only made it worse.

The days grow long,

yet I can’t seem to hold a single moment inside.

I know I’ve failed.

But I try harder — I suppose.

Just an average guy,

not exceptional.

Just someone walking through it all.

I’ve given my best, day and night.

I try harder,

even when I know I may not make it.

I won’t lie.

Things feel mysterious now.

Like life has become one big illusion.

And yet —

there’s this dream I keep having.

I’m sitting beneath a tree,

the sun gently shining,

a cool breeze drifting by.

The sound of a lake nearby,

flowers blooming,

and a soft bed of grass beneath me.

Maybe that’s the day I’ve always longed for.

The failures — they never seem to leave.

I try, and try again.

But failure never seems to say goodbye.

I ask myself —

why does this happen to me?

I used to believe this was how God wanted me to grow.

And maybe, just maybe,

this place I see in my dream

is where I’ve always wanted to be.

Life feels like a hundred questions now.

What do I do?

What do I see?

Who will I become?

Is this all a lie?

Maybe this —

this wandering soul,

this person shaped by silence and stumbles —

is who I was always meant to be.

A failure,

yes.

But maybe one who shares what he’s learned

beneath the shade of a quiet tree.

Stories full of unforgettable regrets.

And scattered moments of joy.

Maybe I’m a storyteller.

Because my life has been full of both —

happiness and cries.

And if you’re still reading this —

still here with me —

then maybe you’ve seen what I’ve seen.

Maybe you imagined it:

sitting beneath that tree,

the sunny warmth above you,

a breeze against your face,

the soft scent of flowers,

the calm rustle of green grass.

Maybe you’re the one who dreams, too.

And if so —

this might not be a failure at all.

But who am I to say?

Let the thoughts sink in.