Existing but not living :(

Someone asked me what my hobby was. I was speechless, and I jokingly answered, “Sleeping.” But on my way home, it got me thinking—am I really living, or am I just existing?

I’ve spent more than a decade working in the corporate world, 8 to 5, five days a week. Every weekend, I do my laundry, clean my place, and stay home watching documentaries or series. Then, one day, I suddenly decided to quit.

Back in my 20s, I used to travel—though not often, maybe once or twice a year, and only domestically. But by my mid-30s, I lost interest in everything. I just wanted to stay home. I stopped enjoying socializing, and I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I wanted to try something new, but I’d always end up losing interest.

I even tried getting back into writing, but I just couldn’t function. It feels like that decade I spent in the corporate world drained the best parts of me. Now, I’m just here—existing.