Have you ever felt like you’re being pushed and pulled in a dozen different directions at once? Like there’s a version of you that exists in the minds of your parents, another in the minds of your friends, a different one for your boss, and yet another for the endless scroll of faces on social media. Each one has a script, a set of expectations, a pre-packaged box they’d very much like you to fit into. It’s subtle, most of the time. It’s in the casual, “Oh, you’re not still doing that, are you?” or the well-meaning, “I just think you’d be so much happier if you settled down/spoke up/toned it down.”
It’s the constant, low-grade hum of the world trying to tune you to its frequency. It wants you to be just one thing, you see. One simple, easily categorizable, predictable thing. It wants you to be the reliable employee, the dutiful child, the supportive friend, the successful entrepreneur, the perfect parent. It wants you to pick a label and wear it neatly for the rest of your life because it makes things easier… for everyone else.
We all start out as these vibrant, multifaceted, gloriously messy human beings. Remember being a kid? One day you were an astronaut, the next a painter, the day after that you were convinced you could communicate with squirrels. Your potential was a universe of expanding stars, and you didn’t think twice about chasing every single one of them. There were no limits, only possibilities. But slowly, almost imperceptibly, the world starts to build fences around that universe.
It begins with gentle nudges. “That’s a nice hobby, but what’s your real career going to be?” The fences get a little higher. “You’re too loud, too quiet, too sensitive, too ambitious.” The space gets a little smaller. Before you know it, you’re an adult standing in a carefully curated garden, having forgotten the sprawling, wild forest that was once yours.
And we bend. Of course, we bend. We’re social creatures, wired for connection and belonging. The desire to be accepted, to be loved, is one of the most powerful forces within us. So, we start to sand down our own edges to fit into the roles assigned to us. We quiet the parts of ourselves that are deemed ‘too much’ and amplify the parts that get us applause and approval. We learn the steps to the dance everyone else is doing, even if the rhythm feels foreign to our own heartbeat. We convince ourselves that this is just what it means to grow up, to be responsible, to be a functional member of society.
For a while, it might even work. You get the promotion, you get the praise, you get the approving nods. You’re playing the part so well you almost forget it’s just a part. But there’s a cost to this constant contortion. Every time you bend to someone else’s will, a little piece of your own foundation cracks. Every time you silence your own intuition to please another, you weaken the connection to your own inner compass.
It’s like a tree that, instead of growing straight and true towards the sun, is forced to twist itself around a series of obstacles. It can survive, yes. It can even look interesting from the outside. But its core strength is compromised. It’s more vulnerable, more susceptible to the storms that will inevitably come.
And then one day, you wake up and you feel it. A profound exhaustion that has nothing to do with lack of sleep. A sense of hollowness that no amount of external validation can fill. You look in the mirror and you don’t quite recognize the person staring back. The light in their eyes seems a little dimmer, the smile doesn’t quite reach them. You’ve bent so many times, in so many ways, that you’ve forgotten your original shape. You’ve spent so long trying to be what the world needs you to be, you’ve lost track of who you actually are.
This is the breaking point. For some, it’s a quiet, slow crumble. A creeping sense of disillusionment and regret. For others, it’s a sudden, shattering snap. A crisis that forces you to confront the fact that the life you’re living feels like a costume you can no longer bear to wear. You’ve tried so hard to be the sturdy branch for everyone else to lean on, and now you feel like you’re about to break.
And here’s the most important question you will ever ask yourself: Who is the one who defines your success if not you, yourself?
Seriously, think about it. Who handed out the rulebook you’ve been so diligently following? Who decided what a ‘successful’ life looks like? Was it your parents, who love you but see the world through the lens of their own experiences and fears? Was it society, with its ever-shifting, often contradictory, and completely commercialized ideals of happiness? Was it that nagging voice in your head that sounds suspiciously like a critical teacher from third grade?
When you outsource your definition of success, you give away your power. You hand over the reins of your life to people who, however well-intentioned, will always steer you towards their own destination, not yours. Their vision of your life is, by its very nature, limited. It’s designed for their comfort, their convenience, their understanding of the world. It’s not designed for your soul, your spirit, your unique and unrepeatable magic.
It’s time to stop listening. It’s time to tune out the noise and turn up the volume on your own inner voice. That quiet whisper you’ve been ignoring for years? It’s your truth. It’s the part of you that knows what you truly want, what lights you up, what makes you feel alive. It’s the part of you that remembers the wild, untamed forest.
And let me be clear: this is not an easy process. It’s an act of rebellion. It’s choosing to be the awkward, authentic you in a world that’s begging for a polished, predictable replica. It will make people uncomfortable. When you stop bending to their will, it forces them to adjust. It might disrupt the neat and tidy dynamics of your relationships. People who are used to you being a certain way might not like the new, less accommodating you. They might call you selfish. They might say you’ve changed. And you can look them in the eye and say, “Yes. I have. I’m changing back to me.”
Because here is the fundamental, non-negotiable truth: Nobody will care about you if you don’t care about yourself. Nobody is going to swoop in and save you from a life that doesn’t fit. No one is going to grant you permission to be happy. That is an inside job. You have to be your own fiercest advocate, your own most compassionate friend, your own staunchest defender. You have to be the one who says, “My well-being is not negotiable. My dreams are not up for debate. My identity is not for sale.”
Caring for yourself isn’t selfish; it’s essential. It’s the foundation upon which everything else is built. When you are nourished, rested, and aligned with your own truth, you have so much more to give to the world. You show up as a whole person, not a fragmented collection of people-pleasing habits. Your relationships become more honest. Your work becomes more meaningful. Your life becomes a genuine expression of who you are, not an apology for it.
So, whatever it is you set out to do, do it. Do it with your head held up high. Whether you want to quit your corporate job and open a dog sanctuary, or go back to school at fifty, or paint murals, or write poetry, or simply live a quiet life that is rich in meaning for you, that is your right. That is your purpose.
As long as you are not hurting people along the way—as long as your path is one of integrity, kindness, and compassion—you can and should and must do whatever you want in this incredibly, breathtakingly, heartbreakingly short journey we have on this earth.
Don’t arrive at the end of your days only to realize you lived someone else’s life. Don’t let the fear of disapproval be the cage that keeps your magnificent spirit locked away. The world will try to make you small, to make you simple, to make you fit. Your one and only job is to resist. To stay complex, to stay messy, to stay true. To be so completely, unapologetically yourself that you give others the courage to do the same.
Hold your head up. Take a deep breath. Remember the astronaut, the painter, the squirrel-whisperer. They’re still in there. Let them out to play. The world will adjust. And your own unbreakable spirit will finally, finally be free.
Danny Ballan
Editor-in-Chief
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