I don’t know what they say about me, and honestly, I don’t need to know. I’m just… here, being who I am, doing what I do. Not looking for approval, not setting up expectations—just letting things unfold. It feels lighter that way, like there’s less weight to carry. No use in getting tangled up in endless arguments or trying to justify myself.
Lately, I’m realizing… not everything deserves my reaction. I don’t have to fight back just because something stings; maybe the strongest response is simply letting it drift past me. Walking away can be its own kind of answer, a quiet kind of strength. I’m learning that all the energy I pour into arguing, proving points, or getting upset—it’s energy I lose, energy I could spend on things that actually mean something to me.
I won’t ever be someone everyone likes, and that’s alright. Silence can say what words can’t, and sometimes, it says even more. Responding to provocation? It’s just handing someone else the keys to my peace. I can’t stop what others do, but I can choose what I do with it.
And that’s it, really. Choosing my peace, my focus. Letting go of the need to be right, or liked, or even understood. Because what I need — truly need — is to just be steady in my own calm.
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