The Quiet Before the Sun

The air is always different at 5:30 AM. It hasn’t been breathed in by the rest of the city yet.

Lately, the noise of the tech industry, the endless cycles of interviews, and the pressure of figuring out the “next step” have been deafening. But out here, on this empty stretch of road, there are no deadlines. There is just the rhythm of the pedals and the fog settling over the pavement.

I don’t have the answers right now. I don’t know where the career is heading, or if the safety of a secure job is worth the slow burnout. But for these few kilometers, it doesn’t matter.

We’ll figure it out. Just keep moving forward.