Prologue: The Drift For years, I thought I was living well. I had a job, a schedule, a life that looked fine on the outside. But on the inside, I felt like a passenger instead of a driver. Days blurred into weeks, weeks into months, and though I was "busy," I couldn't shake the question: Busy doing what?
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