silent Voice

Silent Voice
There is a voice in my mind that constantly urges me to achieve something, yet I feel unable to act because of insecurity. Everything appears fine until I step outside and face the real world. When I begin searching for the purpose of my life, it often leads me into depression, as I feel I have never accomplished anything significant. I am uncertain about where I will be in five years, and whenever I think about the future, my inner voice both motivates and discourages me by comparing myself to others.
I struggle to understand whether comparing myself to others truly helps me improve, or if it only deepens my self-doubt. Honestly, my inner thoughts often push me toward depression. At times, sleep feels like a refuge, as it allows me to escape the constant noise of my thoughts and the harsh reality of life. However, I am still searching for what reality truly means and whether my efforts will ultimately lead me to clarity and purpose.

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