I don't know if the world is moving too fast, or if I just feel everything too deeply. I opened my eyes in a life where the rules were already written, where everyone seemed to know their path except me. I had dreams filling my mind, questions living in my heart, but no one could explain why I saw things differently. They told me to follow the road, to be like everyone else, to stop thinking so much... But my soul was never made to walk a path it didn't believe in.
I grew up somewhere between my dreams and reality, between who I wanted to become and who people expected me to be. I learned how to smile when I was lost, how to hide my doubts behind a calm face. I searched for my worth in other people's eyes, in their words, in their approval... But I discovered that no one else could define who I truly am. Sometimes I wondered if I was falling behind the world, or if the world simply wasn't ready to understand the way I see things.
I have known those nights when silence becomes too heavy, those moments when you question if your dreams are really worth chasing. When your ambitions feel too big for the people around you, when your ideas feel strange because they don't fit the frame. They asked me to choose one road, to be more realistic, more predictable... But how do you lock away a mind that was born to explore, to create, to feel? I'd rather lose myself while searching for my own way than succeed by becoming someone I'm not.
Today, I look at my scars differently. They are no longer proof of my failures, but evidence of everything I survived. Every fall taught me something, every disappointment made me stronger. I don't need everyone to understand me in order to keep moving forward. Stars shine in the darkness before anyone notices their light. Maybe my difference was never a problem to fix, but a strength I had to embrace.
Because deep down, I was never lost... I was just parachuted. Dropped into a world I had to learn to understand, with a story I had to write by my
