I muted my phone long ago. No notifications, no pings, no reminders of how everyone else is living their lives while I’m quietly fading into the background. I learned that peace comes when you stop expecting others to reach out.
One morning, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself. Who was I, really? What's my purpose here? Why am I here? I don’t have an answer, and maybe I don’t need one.
I get a call one night. It’s from an unknown number. I hesitate before answering, my finger hovering over the screen. It’s strange to hear someone reach out when you’ve become so used to silence. But it’s not for me. It’s for someone else.
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