8th July 2026
This morning, I found myself scrolling through Instagram Reels, and the algorithm took me somewhere unexpectedly meaningful. I stumbled upon content from Emma Breschi and Masood Boomgard. They both have influential voices, speaking openly about whatever they feel, without filters or apology.
It got me thinking about something that quietly lives in the back of my mind: ‘The insecurity about what people would think of me’. There’s this persistent truth that no matter what you do, there will always be someone around you who finds something to criticize. Someone who tells you that you’re not smart enough, not dressed well enough, that you should be more like them, that you should have done this, or shouldn’t have done that. It drains you. It takes a real toll on your energy. Some would genuinely want what’s good for you, while others are just control freaks. But both would threaten the mind.
For the longest time, I carried this deep need to be liked. I wanted people’s approval, and I can say that it was my ego talking. But recently, I’ve started asking myself: do I actually need to be liked? Do I need to bend myself to please someone? Do I need to lose my energy trying to fix the silence whenever someone walks away from a conversation or disappears?
The answer, I’m slowly realizing, is no.
It was never really about them. It’s about me. The moment I hold onto that perspective, something shifts. I am allowed to simply be whatever I am becoming.
I am learning, learning about myself, about the essence of life itself. I am searching for my purpose while also letting myself enjoy the world’s things and pleasures- sometimes in guilt, sometimes with openness. I get distracted from my goals. I lose my breath sometimes. And through all of it, I’m still showing up for myself and for my responsibilities in life.
But I am not just flesh and bone. I am more than what I reveal to you. Inspired by Migyur Rinpochhe’s teachings, I believe that there is something vast and untapped within me, a luminosity, all the potential I have yet to realize, all the becoming that still awaits. I am not defined by my distractions or my stumbles; I am becoming.
That’s not a contradiction. It’s a constant cycle of learning, falling, and rising again. Like a Phoenix.
