i used to think i was just bad at dealing with people. maybe too sensitive. maybe expecting too much.
but over the years, i started wondering how much of who we become is actually our own choice, and how much is shaped by a world that keeps teaching us to protect ourselves.
i don't think i hate people.
i think i'm just tired of watching what the world turns us into.
and the annoying part is, i still care.
there's always more than one way to do things.
from organising a cafe to designing a gearbox, the same thought keeps finding its way back to me. maybe problem-solving isn't always about knowing the right answer. sometimes it's just about looking at the same thing from another angle.
or drawing another sketch.
or admitting the first idea wasn't that great after all.