UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

    If you could know the absolute truth to one question, what would it be?     Today is the 23 rd of May 2026. I am 20 years old.   I am always going to start these off writing the first thing that comes in my head. I want to know what the “real me” is thinking. Maybe it will help me figure out who I am or whatever.   I think I’ve always questioned the meaning of life. Boring answer, I know, but that’s what it is. The meaning of life feels like the only important answer to this question.   You wake up, shower, brush your teeth, work, feel insecure, have sex(sometimes). You get married, fall over, have kids, learn how to drive, learn how to be happy. Why? Is the answer some intricate, detailed, scientific reason? Or is it simply because you’re meant to do it? Why do you need to understand sadness to feel happy? Why do you need to understand loss to experience love? What ...

 This one is a little different My name is Charisma. I am 20 years old; I will be 21 in two weeks. I was born in Ireland, but my parents emigrated from Nigeria almost 30 years old.  I have an okay relationship with my father. I have three close friends. I work as a customer service agent. and have for two years. I live a sedentary life; I’m not a very communicative person. I talk a lot, but I often leave texts unanswered. I don’t speak to my coworkers. I don’t make friends. I’m trying to heal my body, both mentally and physically. I have a horrible relationship with food, I think I have ADHD, I often feel paralysed when trying new things. I am a college dropout. I feel stuck.  This is who I am. This is my life. My mother and I have an interesting relationship. Up until about a week ago, id say it was strained. Its not perfect now, but we are undoing the traumas we’ve caused each other for 20 years. I love her with my whole soul, though I do not always know how to expres...

  I made this one up, I don’t even have an answer for it yet, so I’m going to write about what nostalgia is, and see where that gets me! To me, nostalgia is as simple as reminiscing. I find a diary or a picture I haven’t seen in years, I watch a TikTok about what my childhood was like, I think of a food I haven’t had in years.   I don’t know, as I’m sitting here, I think I’m realised nostalgia is about fragmented memories. Yes, this ten second flashback feels great, but is that how you felt in that moment? Probably not. This was just another day. I remember being a child, Laughing and playing on a swing, having the time of my life. I know I went home, forgot to turn the tv off, and was beaten. I think our brains likes to make slideshows of all our best memories, for little hits of dopamine every time they slip into our consciousness. Like a funniest moments YouTube compilation of a tv show that you’re living in.   Maybe that doesn’t make sense, but what does i...