She blamed herself for her condition, convinced that she had ignored the subtle, unwritten rules of life. The ones not taught in school, not spoken aloud, but learned through patience, observation, and time. She had made choices for today, never pausing to ask how they might ripple into tomorrow. She had rushed past life’s quiet warnings, mistaking their whispers for background noise.

And now, here she was, midway through her journey, staring at the road ahead, wondering if this was all there was. The ambitions of youth had blurred, the thrill of possibility had faded, and in their place stood routine, regret, and a quiet longing for a do-over. But life does not offer rehearsals or reset buttons. You get to walk this path only once, and in the grand scheme of existence, this world is the easiest level.

The realisation was both sobering and liberating. If this was the simplest form of existence, then perhaps the true challenge was not in struggling against the past, but in making the most of what remained. It was not too late to listen, to learn, and to choose differently. Maybe she could rewrite the unwritten rules, starting now.

Corina.