It's a question I asked myself on a cold, sleepless night as I staredat the faint glow of my phone, scrolling through endless streams ofcurated lives. My mind was filled with snapshots of perfectvacations, inspirational quotes, and filtered smiles. Yet, behind thescreen, I felt a quiet emptiness. An unsettling hollowness that noamount of likes or comments could fill.
It's a question I asked myself on a cold, sleepless night as I staredat the faint glow of my phone, scrolling through endless streams ofcurated lives. My mind was filled with snapshots of perfectvacations, inspirational quotes, and filtered smiles. Yet, behind thescreen, I felt a quiet emptiness. An unsettling hollowness that noamount of likes or comments could fill.