Breaking Free

I didn’t realise I was stagnating. My spirit was quietly shrinking, the essence of who I was dissolving bit by bit. I called it maturity. Others called it responsibility. I told myself it was contentment, but in truth... it was captivity.

I had marched along with the “be content with your lot” chorus, waving the flag of responsibility and accepted norms. I travelled far on that road until the scales finally fell from my eyes.

Something in me whispered, enough.

It became impossible to keep living inside the court of other people’s opinions.

Impossible to keep anticipating their approval, or their condemnation, and letting that decide how I acted, what I said, and even how I thought. I needed to break free from that mental prison.

To blossom.

To blossom is to come into your own. To recognise that your choices belong to you. That your victories are yours alone to celebrate.

And your failures? They are yours too. Yours to mourn, yours to learn from, and yours to rise above, emerging stronger, clearer, and more alive.

To blossom is to refuse to stay small in a space that asks you to shrink. It is to stretch into the light, even when it feels risky, even when it feels strange.

It is to become.

To blossom.

Let's keep journeying, word by word.