I posted this few days back not as a lecture but as a real experience happening to me.
I lost something recently.
And the moment it slipped away, the voices arrived right on schedule, like they always do.
You're not enough.
Unstable.
Unwanted.
Unworthy.
For hours, they had the floor.
And the human in me tired, honest, unguarded.
Started to ask: what if they're right?
But a thought is not a verdict.
It visits.
It speaks.
It lingers sometimes longer than it should.
But it is not you.
And it is not your future.
Someone I respect once said the beautiful part of being human is exactly this:
The fall.
The rise.
The growth.
Not in spite of each other.
Because of each other.
There are moments of loneliness so quiet it's loud.
Sadness that has no clean explanation.
Awkwardness.
Exhaustion.
Feelings that don't have names yet.
And then, sometimes in the same week, the same day, the same hour, joy arrives.
Peace settles.
Gratitude surfaces.
Laughter finds its way back in.
Every broken piece, every colour, every crack, part of the same human picture.
#Kairo 🌀🌀
