Low Coder

I stared up at the swirling, indifferent cosmos, a small boy with oversized dreams. "Show me," I whispered, voice lost in the vastness, "show me my destiny!" The stars glittered, silent and cold. Then, the universe, in its infinite, uncaring wisdom, answered. It grounded me. Hard. Made me a... backend developer.

They call it "cloud" something, or other. I don't understand it. Servers hum, and I'm told they're important. Databases... store things? I think? It's all a blur of words that make my head hurt. Blockchain? Like digital LEGOs, but somehow *more* confusing. Open-source? I keep picturing squirrels running through lines of code. Cryptography? Sounds like something from an old, dusty book.

APIs... are they monkeys? Everyone talks about monkeys, but... They dont seem *that* smart, to be honest. Private keys? I hide mine under my mattress, next to my lucky socks. Everyone keeps saying not to tell, but I dont know *why* I shouldnt. It's all just... *noise*. A big, confusing, terrifying noise. I just wanted to see my destiny, and now I'm stuck here, in the dark, with the blinking lights and the humming... and the utter, crushing certainty that I'll never, ever understand any of it.