When I was young, I used to think that if I only knew what my mother or teacher was thinking, I could have done the right thing to please them. If there were a speech bubble above their heads that I could read — telling me exactly what to do or say — life would have been much easier. If I could read everyone’s mind, perhaps I could treat them fairly.
But growing up proved to be more challenging. My questions only multiplied, especially in situations that left me feeling uneasy.
Is the person I’m talking to being truthful?
Do they have pure intentions?
Why are the things I wished for so elusive?
Have my efforts not been enough?
Then I’d find myself thinking, If only I knew what was right, I wouldn’t be here. But this is what life is — not knowing everything.
Uncomfortable situations often trigger different emotions. While I may stand strong during the day, at night I bury my feelings and sulk over life’s unfairness. When things don’t go the way I want, I sometimes wish I could be like air — invisible.
If people thought I was gone, like the air they don’t see, would they wish I was there? Would the absence of my voice shake their world because they never knew what had been on my mind?
If I were air, would people whisper the truth? Would they murmur their desires — the ones I longed to know — so I could finally feel like I was enough? Would they reveal their secrets?
If the world had been created with all the answers laid out before us, would it truly be a better place?
But I’m not air, and knowing everything isn’t how life works.
Not having all the answers is part of what shapes me. It gives me space to reflect on my mistakes and learn what’s right without relying on others’ thoughts. I’m building myself — or perhaps reinventing myself — because the world is already defined, and dealing with its uncertainties helps me discover who I am without constantly seeking validation.
The world does not define me; I define who I am.
It’s funny to think about it — even a simple word cannot exist without characters.
Word = a single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, used with others (or sometimes alone) to form a sentence and typically shown with a space on either side when written or printed.
There have been many moments in my life when I felt undervalued and unheard, despite doing good deeds. There were even more times when my wishes didn’t come true. But eventually, I realized I was being protected — I simply wasn’t ready yet. The universe was guiding me to reflect and recognize that I was focusing on the wrong things.
I’ve come to understand that I was viewing it all wrong. Everything happens in perfect timing, and life has always been unfair — because every person’s journey is unique.
Bad things happen to good people.
Good things happen to good people.
Good things happen to bad people.
Bad things happen to bad people.
Life is unfair — and that’s what makes it meaningful.
After all, this life is just borrowed time, and we are here for a purpose. No matter how painful life may get, I still choose to be human rather than air — because even in hardship, life can still be filled with moments of happiness.
Life may throw you endless challenges, but I hope you always find time to reflect.
With that being said, welcome to my ups and downs — and thank you for reading my thoughts in this category.
