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There’s a certain magic in puzzles that never seems to fade. Maybe you’ve felt it—the click of a Sudoku row finally aligning, the triumphant rush of a crossword coming together, or the wild joy of finding the missing piece in a 1,000-piece jigsaw. That “aha” moment is more than just amusement. It scratches an itch deep in the human brain.
Every rom-com has that scene: the protagonist pauses, stares into the distance, and whispers, “Am I truly happy?” Cue soft background music, cue audience nods. That little question sneaks into real life too—while sipping coffee, while waiting for the bus, while brushing teeth in the mirror. Happiness feels like the holy grail of human existence. But what if we’ve been chasing the wrong prize?
There’s something poetic about autumn. The leaves shift, the evenings come quicker, and everything—from fashion to lattes—turns pumpkin-colored. But this fall, another transformation is happening, and it has nothing to do with nature. Artificial intelligence has seeped into our feeds, our news, even our watercooler chats, blending fact and fiction into a swirl as confusing as daylight savings.
It hit me one quiet afternoon in a café. Latte in hand, I was flipping through an old photo album—grainy shots of vacations, blurry snapshots of birthday parties, half-forgotten faces smiling back at me. Some of the moments I remembered instantly, like warm echoes that still felt alive. But others? Blank. No matter how hard I tried, the details just wouldn’t come back.
