1/1 art || 2852*2982 px, 300 dpi

Sometimes I fall into a hole. Endless problems, injustice, and feelings of impotency pull me down, whether they are personal or societal. All of these things weigh heavily on me, and I feel as though I am Alice in a horror remix of Wonderland.

I am falling, falling, falling, with no strength to stop this movement. It feels like slow motion before a catastrophe.

But then, I reach a point where I am tired of being a passive victim. I grow bored of falling into the same hole over and over again. I pause and ask myself if I want to continue down this path or if I want to try again to truly live and enjoy life.

This moment of self-reflection becomes my pivot, my foothold. I jump back upward.

Everyone experiences periods of feeling like a victim, as well as periods of freedom. These fluctuations are a natural part of the human experience, and they will continue until the end of our lives. It's not good or bad - it's just life.