Yesterday was November 30, 2025.

While walking yesterday, I noticed a simple yet strange truth about myself. I have begun to enjoy taking different paths.

In the past I did not like new routes. A street I walked for the first time always felt longer, as if time stretched a little and my steps sank into that stretch. When I turned into an unfamiliar road, the distance widened, corners drifted farther away, and every turn felt uncertain. My mind collected every detail as if it were learning the world from the beginning, and the road itself grew heavy.

But this year something changed.

Now I like new paths.

Because I finally understood the small illusion the mind creates.

When you walk to a place for the first time, your mind records everything. Buildings, colors, shadows, sounds. Since all of it is new, the distan ...