Sunshine That Burns, Not Warms

Today, I sat outside for what should have been a relaxing break, but the sun was relentless.
It felt more like a fiery furnace than gentle rays.
Sometimes I wonder if our dreams reflect our waking struggles—like my constant fight against exhaustion and doubt.
Maybe it’s just my mind’s way of telling me to keep pushing through the heat of life, even when it feels overwhelming.
Even in the gloom of job hunting and missed chances, the sun still feels impossibly intense sometimes.