The Broken Compass

Dear Delyara, I am standing by the window at 12:45 AM, watching the headlights of cars move down the dual carriageway, feeling a profound, terrifying sense of disorientation. I am a university-educated professional with a degree in Business Management, yet I am spending my life in a high-vis jacket checking door handles in the dark. The linear path I thought I was on has completely shattered, leaving me in a featureless psychological desert. I don’t know who I am anymore. Am I the entrepreneur building digital platforms? Am I the designer creating luxury artifacts? Or am I just the night-shift worker trying to keep his head above water? The confusion is a constant, suffocating fog that makes every decision feel impossible. I have lost my internal compass, and I am terrified that I am just drifting deeper into the dark with every passing year.