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me sitting on a bridge

Does something have to happen to us before we learn empathy?

My life is kinda boring, I need something I can confess... I spend most moments being critical of myself.

Growing towards the goal of intentional living, surrounding myself with what matters most, being about true living and making sense of human existence which sadly seems to be in a downward route.

Where has morality and compassion gone? No thanks to Social media I guess. But still in all this madness and distractions, I try to separate myself and forge my own path, holding on to principles of empathy and integrity. I'd love to travel the world, see places and get lost in the awe of creation. If I'm lucky I'll get to do this with the one I love.

Maybe there is no such thing as a perfect life, but this is close enough for me - to live close to the ocean, a cabin in the woods, a simple life with nature...