I Gave Up Everything I Built (And It Saved Me)

What happens when you stop chasing the future everyone expects

You can see me in my bedroom, back against my headboard. I have my LED mood lights on, casting a gentle purple glow across the walls. My window is open, letting in a cool breeze that makes the curtains dance slightly. It is quiet enough to hear the distant sounds of the neighborhood settling in for the night. The pile of things to sell is still stacked …