

Sometimes I feel like the city breathes with me. Its rhythm is my pulse ๐. I wake up to the hum of traffic ๐, fall asleep under the streetlights ๐, and somewhere in between โ thereโs me. A girl learning to be herself among millions ๐ฃ. The big city is like an endless novel ๐ โ loud, passionate, sometimes exhausting, but always captivating. Every day is a new scene. Yes, itโs easy to feel small here. But thatโs the beauty of it โ learning to stand out not with noise, but with sincerity ๐ฌ. Not by speed, but by direction ๐งญ.I love this city for its contrasts: coffee on the go โ and long rooftop talks ๐. Concrete jungles and blooming trees in the park ๐ฟ. It teaches you to be flexible, but not to lose yourself ๐ฌ๏ธ.Life in the big city isnโt about surviving. Itโs about choosing. Every day. To be alive. To be real. To be you ๐ซHave you ever felt like the city was speaking to you?