The clock didn’t tick that morning, it whispered. My coffee tasted like ambition and burnout brewed in equal parts. Outside, the world yawned, stretching its contradictions: deadlines dressed as dreams, progress wearing panic. I didn’t wake up to chase success; I woke up to wrestle it, question it, maybe even outsmart it. Somewhere between chaos and caffeine, I realized that life isn’t a ladder - it’s a maze that changes shape every time you blink. And maybe that’s the point: to stop climbing and start listening to the walls when they move.