Nothing insightful here

I have nothing insightful to share here. There is nothing profound in this piece, no meaningful observation on human nature or any intimate personal anecdote. This writing simply exists to occupy space on this screen, to maybe enjoy some of your attention. That's all. The way children don't need a reason to poke their hands in the mud other than to feel the cool squish between their fingers. The way your lover, somewhere in the thick haze between waking and sleeping, doesn't need a reason to pull you closer in the middle of the night other than to feel a bit more of your warmth. The way wild horses don't need a reason to toss their manes in the air other than to feel the wind's gentle ruffle, just passing through. The way you, my dear, allow yourself to rest without needing to "justify" it by explaining it'll make you more productive later. The way you allow yourself to eat food that tastes good just for the experience of your taste buds coming alive, without crafting an exercise plan to burn the calories later. The way you allow yourself to pursue hobbies that bring you joy without caving to the pressure to "monetize" them. The way you allow yourself to simply exist, to occupy space, and do things just for the pleasure of doing them without needing to ascribe a reason for it all.

..Right?