Untold lyrics of the mind

The silence before the storm… that’s my mind most days.

I wake up, get ready for work, come home, clean, cook dinner, sleep—repeat, repeat, repeat. A well‑oiled machine, programmed to run the same cycle over and over again.

Meanwhile, my mind is somewhere far away. This reality doesn’t always feel like mine, and maybe that’s why I write and read. They’re my escape hatches, the little portals I slip through when the world feels too small or too loud.

Don’t get me wrong—I love my life. I love my family, my partner, my friends. But tell me none of you have ever paused for a moment and wondered what if?
What if I’d taken a different path?
What would my life look like now?
Would the same people still be close to me, or would everything have shifted?

People don’t change for others; they change because life teaches them something. And I think about that a lot. Maybe too much.

Sometimes I worry that I move through the world like a robot—my reactions, my behavior, the way I observe instead of jumping in. It might look like I don’t care, but really I’m paying attention to everything. I find it fascinating how people live the same day on repeat without getting bored or craving something different.

I know I don’t function like most people. I think deeply about everything—so deeply that I sometimes lose track of my own feelings and thoughts. And that’s when the reckoning happens.
That moment where everything I’ve ignored, suppressed, or over‑analysed comes rushing back at once. A storm breaking after too much silence.

Maybe that’s just how my mind works. Maybe it’s my way of understanding the world.
Or maybe it’s the universe nudging me, reminding me that even machines need to pause, reset, and choose a new direction every now and then.