Vancouver feels strange sometimes.
The sky is blue. The mountains are out. Patios are full. People are walking seawall trails with iced coffees like everything is perfectly fine.
Meanwhile: Transit workers vote 99% in favour of strike action. People are juggling rent, groceries, job rejections, exhaustion, long commutes, uncertainty.
It’s like living in two cities at once.
One is the postcard version. The other is the pressure underneath it.
And maybe that’s why people seem so emotionally tired lately.
Not because every day is a disaster… but because modern life feels like constant low-grade stress mixed with beautiful scenery.
The strange thing about Vancouver is that even burnout can happen under perfect weather.
Maybe especially then.
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