"The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong." – Carl Jung
The sky stretched endlessly above me, a vast expanse of soft blues fading into the golds of an early morning. Lately, I had developed a habit of staring at it, losing myself in its silent infinity. The world below was messy—chaotic, even—but up there, it felt as though nothing mattered. No deadlines, no responsibilities, no battles to fight, just unbroken peace.
I leaned back on the park bench, my fingers laced behind my head. Moments like this, rare as they were, always made me think. It wasn't the philosophical pondering of "what's the meaning of life?" No, it was more about finding a way to live through it without breaking down.
