Hi everyone, this is my first original post so please be a little kind to me. I named the character after me as why not ! It was easy and to avoid trouble from others. To make it a bit easier to read I have used ChatGPT to refine the flow and some grammatical mistakes. I have also added a generated image to convey the feelings I wanted and an original image that I drew to say that while I am not good with subjects, I can at least handle a bit of scenery. Please give me your support so that I keep sharing and writing new things – now I am up with my shenanigans – and leave you all with my post to enjoy and read!

After another long day of classes, Amit walked home under the fading evening light. His phone played Supernatural by Ariana Grande, the melody wrapping around his thoughts. As the song swelled, he imagined himself as more than just another tired graduate student.

What if he could be the hero of everything around him?

In his mind’s eye, the scene unfolded: a party filled with laughter, the sudden shattering of danger—a glass panel falling from above. He alone notices it, he alone acts. In a heartbeat, he launches into the air, eyes blazing like a superhero, disintegrating the shards with laser beams before they touch the ground. Without seeking gratification from others, he flies way. Then he keeps flying, soaring through the night, weaving through clouds with the elegance of a fighter jet. For a moment, he is limitless. For a moment, he belongs to the sky.

But when the song fades, reality presses in again. Amit feels small, ordinary, unremarkable. He has friends, yes, but few—countable on fingertips—and even then, a loneliness he cannot name clings to him. It is his fault, he tells himself. He is capable in many ways, yet in others—connection, love, fulfillment—he falters. His life feels like a shaky Atlantis, half-submerged, impossible to save.

He has tried to move forward. He tried to love, to open himself, but insecurity and inner demons dragged him away. He drowned the void in food, in endless streams of internet content. Yet the void remained. He cannot even define it—where it lies, what it means—only that it is there. Perhaps he knows, deep down, but refuses to confront it. Some would call him unwell, unhinged, disconnected from the social fabric, from worldly success or wealth. But isn’t that the modern condition? Aren’t we all like this—unsure of what we seek, whom we strive to impress, what we work toward?

Maybe we should have realized long ago: we are only human, tasked with the simple act of caring for ourselves. Society, government, admiration, fame—perhaps they should never have mattered. But Amit’s emotions build like static. The silence of life is suffocating. Every day feels like a burden he cannot shake.

And yet—he whispers no. No, he still has a heart beating, still a will to fight.

But what is he fighting against?

He calls it the System.

A strange, invisible entity that places each of us where we belong. It feels deterministic, like an equation whose solution has already been calculated. Hard work, he muses, doesn’t guarantee success—because the System flows like a river. You cannot swim against it; at best, you move with it. People call it “luck,” but Amit disagrees. It is more precise than luck: the right people, the right place, the right project, the right moment. Once the initial conditions are set, the trajectory unfolds, and there is no escape.

Even if you fight, if you push hard enough to perturb the conditions, you often remain in the same basin of reality. Maybe the attractor shifts, maybe the details change—but the outcome is similar. Only rarely does a tiny nudge redirect you to another basin entirely. And even then, there is always a trade. Nothing comes free. No one is ever fully happy.

Still, Amit longs to fight the System. To believe that on the other side there is something—or someone—waiting. Maybe it is God. Maybe it is academic success. Maybe it is a woman he will one day love and marry. Whatever it is, he hopes that when it arrives, he will be complete, without further desire. That belief alone keeps the wheel turning.

It reminds him of Zima Blue, that haunting episode about purpose. Amit, too, wants to find the one thing meant for him, the act that consumes him utterly. He wants to drown in it, to dissolve into meaning.

And yet, perhaps the truth is simpler. Even when life feels like an endless sea of self-doubt, a tiny glimmer can change everything. It could be a song that stirs your heart, a fleeting conversation, a sunset that colors the sky, or the delicate bloom of a flower on the roadside. These small portals pull us out of the spiral and bring us back into reality—a reality where we can mend what is broken, work toward what matters, and remind ourselves that joy is still possible.

Life moves in cycles—crest and trough, rise and fall. At times we are vulnerable, at times we are triumphant. What defines us is not the absence of hardship, but how we navigate these shifts. And perhaps it is in those fragile moments of beauty, however brief, that we rediscover our strength, our purpose, and the courage to keep turning the wheel forward.