Am I thinking, or am I drowning?
Because some days it feels like the same thing.

My mind doesn’t stop. It replays, rewrites, and reframes everything I touch. It pulls apart moments and stretches them into meaning that maybe isn’t even there. It questions reality. It spins in spirals. It never fully lands.

And some days, that makes me proud—of how deep I can go, how clearly I see through illusion, how I feel every unspoken layer of life.

But other days?

Other days I wish I could just exist without dissecting every moment.

I wish I could love someone without wondering if it’s real.
I wish I could say “I’m fine” without my brain unraveling sixteen interpretations behind those two words.
I wish I could breathe without analyzing the air.

But I can’t. And maybe I’m not meant to.

So I created this space—Aimless Orbit—for the ones like me.
The ones who feel too much. Question too much. Think too deeply to stay grounded in a world that demands simplicity.
Here, I call us Drifters.

Drifters aren’t lost. We’re just in motion.
We don’t need to land to be real.
We don’t need to quiet down to be heard.
We exist in the space between knowing and letting go.

This isn’t a blog full of answers. It’s a place for questions.
A place for the minds that never got to breathe out loud.
A place for those orbiting thoughts that the world calls “too much.”

So if that’s you—
Welcome, Drifter.
You’ve found your orbit.