I realized I don’t actually want a hyper-optimized life. I don’t want to spend my late twenties obsessing over longevity while forgetting to enjoy being alive in the first place. Somewhere along the way, wellness culture started moralizing every small pleasure. No drinking. No sugar, no staying out late. Eight supplements before bed. Wake up at sunrise. Track your sleep. Measure your cortisol. Count your steps. Drink mushroom powder. At some point, I start wondering: when exactly do we get to live?