Life

 Lately, I’ve realized that my life has become inconsistent. Sometimes it’s filled with joy, but something still feels off. I miss those days when I was consistent—when I didn’t think about rest, people around me, or even enjoyment. Back then, I only cared about getting better every single day and improving myself. Everything started changing when I decided to take a break from the pressure. That was the point where my performance dropped and inconsistency began. I think the moment you start seeing your own progress as pressure is the moment you stop growing. But during this inconsistent phase, I’ve also experienced a lot of happiness. I made memories—unforgettable laughs, late-night bike rides, random plans just to watch movies. These are things I used to miss when I was fully focused on being consistent. And now I feel stuck between two worlds. When I’m consistent, I miss out on memories. When I chase memories, I lose consistency. That’s what life seems to be about—choosing which...