At first, it was just a game. A simple task—dig, go deeper, repeat. But as the dirt crumbled beneath my hands, something awakened inside me. A primal instinct. A need. Digging.

I lost track of time, lost in the rhythmic motion, the push and pull, the raw satisfaction of going deeper. Every layer of earth stripped away felt like shedding my past self—my stress, my addictions, my doubts. My body grew stronger, my mind clearer. Nothing else mattered. No hunger, no sleep. Only the hole. Only the descent.

They say there’s a treasure at the bottom. I don’t know if it’s real. I don’t know how long I’ve been digging. But I do know one thing—I'm not stopping.

10/10 Would keep digging

At first, it was just a game. A simple task—dig, go deeper, repeat. But as the dirt crumbled beneath my hands, something awakened inside me. A primal instinct. A need. Digging. I lost track of time, lost in the rhythmic motion, the push and pull, the raw satisfaction of going deeper. Every layer of earth stripped away felt like shedding my past self—my stress, my addictions, my doubts. My body grew stronger, my mind clearer. Nothing else mattered. No hunger, no sleep. Only the hole. Only the descent. They say there’s a treasure at the bottom. I don’t know if it’s real. I don’t know how long I’ve been digging. But I do know one thing—I'm not stopping. 10/10 Would keep digging