Life is life-ing for everyone

Some days I watch people walking past me, and I wonder what they’re really thinking. I wonder about their messy, tangled, why-is-life-so-complicated thoughts. And I realise: it’s the same for all of us. Everyone is carrying something nobody told us about. Everyone is improvising their way through this chaos we call life.

I’ve learned that pretending we understand it all is exhausting. Pretending we have the right words, the perfect reactions, the correct path, it’s exhausting and mostly pointless. The truth is, a lot of life is just… making it up as you go. And somehow, against all odds, some things work out. Some things don’t. And both are okay.

So here’s to the questions we don’t answer. To the feelings we can’t neatly sort. To the moments we screw up and wonder if anyone notices. They do. Or maybe they don’t. And somehow, either way, we keep going. And that’s enough. That's more than enough.

All my love,

Olamide from MANI