In society, you are weighed and measured before you ever take your first step. You are judged by standards you never chose, evaluated by criteria you never agreed to, and compared to people you have never even met. You are told what you are allowed to feel, what you are allowed to want, what you are allowed to pursue. You are born into expectations tied to your parents, your gender, your looks, your intelligence.
Expectations that were created long before you arrived.
Most people bow to these expectations. They spend their entire lives trying to mold themselves into shapes designed by others. They treat life as a game of compliance. Check the boxes. Meet the standards. Do not fall behind. Some people appear to succeed at this game. They collect titles and validation. Others struggle, pretending the game makes sense even when it never has.
Beneath all the performance, most people carry a quiet suspicion that life could be something else. That they could be something else. Someone more honest. Someone who does not wear masks. Someone who does not surrender their peace to satisfy the world. Someone who lives from the inside out rather than the outside in.
They feel this possibility because they have tasted it. Not often. Not for long. But enough to know it is real.
Moments where they felt completely at peace.
Moments where they felt engaged, alive, unguarded.
Moments where they felt like themselves.
But soon after, they fall back into their default mode.
Anxious.
Disconnected.
Unsatisfied.
Trying again to be who they are supposed to be instead of who they truly are.
Many believe this is just life. They think the constant tension is inevitable, a kind of tax for existing. And it is easy to find others who reinforce this belief. People who insist that life is struggle, that contentment is unrealistic, that the bad must exist for the good to matter. They repeat these ideas with the confidence of someone defending a prison they have grown comfortable inside.
Remember this.
It is always easier to claim that things are the way they are meant to be than it is to change them. People adore explanations that allow them to remain exactly where they are. They love beliefs that demand nothing of them. They love answers that keep everything predictable and safe.
The truth is that people do not resist change because change is hard.
They resist it because change threatens the identity they have spent years constructing. They resist it because change requires honesty, and honesty reveals everything they have been avoiding. They resist it because change asks them to confront the distance between who they have become and who they could be.
But you know there is more.
You have felt it.
You have seen glimpses of the person you were meant to become, the one who speaks plainly, who stands firmly, who does not bend to earn approval. The one who does not live on borrowed beliefs or inherited expectations.
You know there is a destination meant for you.
Not a physical location.
Not a job or a title.
But a state of being that feels clean, honest and whole.
A Life where nothing is wasted.
Where you choose from clarity.
Where you resist fear.
You do not have to invent this destination. You only have to return to it. It is the place you glimpse in the rare moments when you feel aligned, when you stop performing, when you stop apologizing, when you stop bargaining with your own soul.
That place is real.
It is waiting.
And every part of you knows it.
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Sincerely,
Milo Morrison