Did you end up happy, though?

In a world where artificial intelligence has become infrastructure, are you still happy?

When answers arrive before we have time to get lost, and the best option is always waiting on demand, what is left for us to discover on our own? In a future that once felt like a childhood manga gadget, can making mistakes, taking detours, and creating something by ourselves still mean something?

This is not a rejection of convenience. It is a question about what remains personal after every answer becomes available.

Not a desire to be the best. Not a desire to become real. Just the need for one honest reason to believe in yourself.

A song for a near future that asks: when every answer is ready, are you still walking?