I don't wish to be a selfish person with self-centered thoughts, but it's impossible not to feel bitter about this city. I grew up here, surrounded by the same people harboring shallow perspectives, lacking originality, and with little to engage in – stuck in a repetitive cycle, accepting the same things repeatedly. I don't want to live like this; I refuse to be shallow or settle in this place, witnessing the same mundane scenes daily, and confining myself to a small, uninspiring environment. I don't envision achieving remarkable feats, but I can't accept mediocrity; I can't feel at home. It's a sense of loneliness, and I've always preferred solitude. I find myself trapped in a monotonous routine, where nothing is new, and everything remains unchanged. I yearn to live, to feel alive, and savor the limited time I have in this life. Everyone says one life is not enough, and I concur. A lifetime will never suffice for all I aspire to do, the people I wish to meet, the places I desire to inhabit, and the scenarios I long to experience. When I leave this city, I will be born again, and then I will be able to start living.
