Autopilot
- Palak Bothra
- Nov 12
- 1 min read

I feel like I have no time to pause.
Just today… I heard about a plane crash. A big one.
For a second, I was shocked. But then — I went back to work.
There was too much to do.
Emails. Deadlines. Messages.
I was moving on… like nothing happened.
Until I saw a friend’s story.
A simple message — about how many lives were lost.
Just like that.
No tomorrow.
No warning.
No goodbye.
People don't get to see their loved ones tomorrow. People don't get to start a new day.
And something in me cracked open.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. And I realised…
Maybe I’m on autopilot.
Maybe a part of me is trying so hard to keep going,
That I forgot how to just feel.
Because the truth is — this is big.
Life is big.
Messy. Fragile. Precious.
And even in the middle of a chaotic day —
We can make room to feel it.
To mourn.
To be human.
To not just exist…
But really ekzist.


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