For days now, Alex had been stuck.
He'd been trying, really trying, to write a list. A list of everything he loved to do. Things he enjoyed, things that made him come alive, things he could possibly turn into something greater. Something real. Maybe even something… profitable.
But whenever he sat down with his pen and journal, his mind would go blank. Or worse, it would throw a hundred random thoughts at him all at once, making it impossible to focus.
"Cooking? Nah, not really my thing. Gaming? That's fun, but not fulfilling. Content creation? Maybe... but still doesn't feel like me."
He scribbled. He cancelled. He scribbled again. The pages were filled with half-sentences and abandoned ideas.
Then, one quiet afternoon, while lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, a thought drifted into his mind, a memory.
It wasn't just any memory. It was the moment… Raymond.
