"But You Never Told Me Whats Wrong With You, I Just Dont Understand You," They Say. Exactlyyou Dont Understand

"But you never told me what’s wrong with you, I just don’t understand you," they say. Exactly—you don’t understand me. You never will. Because you’ve never felt what it's like to have the person you love most scream at you, telling you they wish you were dead and that you're the worst thing that ever happened to them. You don’t know what it’s like to give everything you have just to make them happy, only to hear that their life is a living hell because of you, that you’ll never be enough.

You don’t understand the pain of watching someone else get everything you’ve ever wanted without even trying, while you’ve fought, struggled, and nearly broken yourself, only to end up with nothing. And still, all you hear are the same words—"you are never enough."

Expectations kills excitement.

When we talk about love, it’s important to recognize that, in this generation, the term is often limited to romantic contexts. But love exists in every aspect of life! For instance, appreciating a flower you see on your walk—that’s love because it brings you instant joy. Anything that provides you with inner happiness reflects your love for that thing, and being joyful in yourself is the highest vibration.

Yes, love can manifest romantically, but it’s a misconception to think it exists only in that form. Love for yourself, your friends, family, and children may not be romantic, but it is love nonetheless. Can we please stop limiting its potential? I believe that everything is made of love, exists to love, and is for love. So let’s embrace the magic of the word "LOVE."

EGO?

Is it ego when I begged every god you can name, just to have them acknowledge my existence? Is it ego when I pleaded with every god just for my parents to love me? Honestly, you don’t know my side of the story—you have no idea. So, if that makes me egoistic, then yes, I have ego. If going numb to every hurtful word they say about me, knowing they don’t even know who I truly am, is considered ego, then yes, I have ego.

I’ve been feeling a random urge to blog my thoughts lately, probably because I love how I analyze things in my life. I take pride in the wisdom I’ve gained. Recently, though, I’ve been feeling drained, or maybe it’s just nothingness—but I feel that nothingness completely. Sylvia Plath’s quote resonates with me: "I don't understand how people can feel no emotions, but even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely." That’s exactly where I am right now, like I’m floating through space, unable to see the past, present, or future—just darkness, pure darkness.

I’m not sure if it’s a spiritual attack or something else, but I’ve thought about ending everything. Then I realize it’s not myself that I hate—it’s the world. It’s not even hate, really. It’s frustration from trying so hard to be kind, to fit into societal standards, and still feeling like I’m never enough. The truth is, there’s no point in explaining yourself to others. No one can truly understand unless they’ve lived your exact experience, and that’s impossible.

What I’ve come to understand is that I don’t hate anyone or anything—it’s the unrealistic standards that people set, judging others so easily, like labeling someone as “smart” or “ugly.” The universe didn’t create anything bad; everything is unique, and we need to respect that. Not standing up for yourself only makes things worse, as the harm to your self-concept is immense. Even when we’re consciously okay, our brain processes it differently. Everything we affirm manifests, so no matter what the world says, I’ll stand up for myself because I know they don’t truly know who I am or what I’ve been through.

In the grand scheme, none of this matters. Life is just an experience, and relationships are secondary. It’s about our soul’s journey—learning karmic lessons and moving forward. Once we’ve done that, our soul ascends to a higher dimension. So do you think a few people calling me names will affect me? If they hate me, that’s on them—they’re just adding to their own karmic baggage. Not my problem. Do whatever you want; I won’t care because, in the end, it’s all about the individual journey. Peace. ☁️

Everything is simply energy. We’re all just vibrating our way through life.

LIFE. Four big letters, yet it’s completely different for each of the 8 billion people on this planet. No two experiences are the same; every life is unique. So why, as a society, do we push these grand expectations—that life should be all glitters and rainbows, filled with flashing lights, and that we should be remembered by everyone? Why? It’s concerning, really. Growing up, we’re all taught that we need to get perfect grades, attend a prestigious college, land a high-paying job, become famous, and be widely known. In short, we’re told to become someone admired and loved by millions.

But I question this. Why impose this romanticized ideal of how a person should live, when life is meant to be authentic? Maybe I don’t want my life to follow that script. Maybe I want to do what I love, stand up for what I believe in. What if I don’t care about being famous or having my name written in a textbook somewhere? Does that mean I’ve failed at life? What if I’m happy and content with who I am, how I live, how I dress, and the choices I’ve made?

Because in the end, what truly matters is feeling whole, not chasing perfection. Life isn’t meant to be all good—we need bad days, we need imperfections, we need failures. It’s all part of the journey, and it’s different for everyone. We can’t judge others, because we don’t know their stories or what they’ve been through.

At the core, doesn’t everyone want love, happiness, and peace? So why chase it, why seek validation from others, when we should be deciding for ourselves what we want to be? The point is, authenticity matters. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. It’s okay to disappoint others, as long as you’re proud of yourself and the way you live.

After all, you can’t be deeply loved without being hated by someone. It’s okay to be the villain in someone’s story if it means you’re standing up for your values and boundaries. In the end, doesn’t everyone deserve a happy ending?