The year is 2025.
Location: Los Angeles, California, United States of America.
Subject: Me. An alien.
No, I’m not from another planet — although sometimes it feels like I am. I’m just another human, like you, trying to figure out how to be human. I’m in my late 30s, and I’m trying to restart my life… again.
I feel depressed. Lonely. Tired. Lost. Sometimes, even angry.
What am I doing wrong?
Why does it seem like everyone else has their life together?
Everyone’s working, saving money, going on vacations, buying houses and luxury cars.
Meanwhile, I scroll through social media, watching people post about their friends and loved ones, while I sit home alone with my cat, watching TV.
What did I miss?
Was my whole life just one long, slow decline?
I can’t remember the last time I felt genuinely happy.
I do remember the last time I woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, panicking about how I’m going to pay rent this month.
I love working. I’m not lazy.
But I can’t seem to find my place in this economy.
And that leads to the bigger questions — about my values, my heroes, and my purpose.
How do I give back to this planet that has agreed to host me?
I don’t want to be another parasite, draining Earth’s resources and leaving destruction behind.
How to be a human without destroying the planet?
How do we evolve into better, faster, smarter, healthier, more compassionate beings?
Can you really change your life after 35?
How do you make friends when you feel like an alien?
How do you deal with loneliness?
How do you get out of bed when depression pins you down?
How do you pay rent, save money, and still manage to pay off credit card debt?
How do you show kindness to strangers when your own life is falling apart, and all you feel is rage?
Can you still be a good human if you feel like an alien?