Life is a matter of choice or so we’re often told. But can we really choose? The truth is, we didn’t ask to be born. We had no say in who our parents would be or the family we’d grow up in.
Yet, once we’re here, choices start piling up. How do we want to live? What do we truly want out of life? The catch is, deciding is rarely as simple as it sounds.
“The hardest battle you will ever fight is between what you know and what you feel.” — Anonymous
Let’s be honest life is far from straightforward. The older we get, the heavier the weight on our shoulders becomes.
Shouldn’t growing up bring more joy, more gratitude? In a perfect world, sure. But reality doesn’t always play along. As we age, the pressures only mount. Society expects us to be this or that successful, responsible, perfect even when it’s not what we want for ourselves.
One of life’s toughest struggles is the tug-of-war between what we want and what our parents expect. Too often, our choices don’t get their approval. Instead, they spark arguments, harsh words, and wounds that cut deep.
All I’ve ever wanted is their support and trust—nothing extravagant. But to them, pushing back against their vision feels like betrayal. In their eyes, I’m just a stubborn, ungrateful kid who’s lost their way.
Every child wants to see pride in their parents’ eyes. We long to repay them for all they’ve sacrificed to raise us, to give us a chance. But what happens when their expectations feel like a mountain too steep to climb?
So many of us try our hardest, yet it’s never quite enough. Some make it; others are still figuring it out. And for those still in the thick of it, encouragement is rare—pressure and judgment, though, are all too common.
Lately, I’m just… exhausted. Not because I’m ungrateful or lacking faith, but because I’ve hit a wall. I don’t know what else to try.
I’ve given my all, but it never seems to measure up in their eyes. The spark I once had is fading. Everything feels gray, pointless. I’m worn out from wrestling with this life.
Loneliness That Slowly Kills
Bit by bit, this loneliness is swallowing me whole. Can I keep going? Honestly, I’m not sure.
I’ve faced pain and hardship before and still managed to stand. But now, it’s different—harder. Dark thoughts slip in more often, and I’m running on empty.
And so, I circle back to where it started: What you choose is what you become.
I just hope I can find the strength to hold on.