There comes a phase in life when we are surrounded by people, yet feel completely alone.
Our phones are full of notifications. Conversations never seem to end. Schedules stay busy. But when
the noise fades and night arrives, silence remains.
Not because no one is there—but because no one truly knows what we are carrying inside.
We laugh in front of others. We choose light stories to keep things comfortable. We avoid going too
deep, afraid of being misunderstood, afraid of becoming a burden.
Slowly, we learn how to carry everything by ourselves.
This loneliness does not always feel sad. Sometimes it feels hollow—like moving through days without
fully being present.
And in the middle of all that noise, a quiet question arises:
"If I disappeared for a while, would anyone truly notice?"