Sometimes, I sit and reflect Not just on where I am but how I got here.

It’s strange how the world often chooses a path for you. Society lays the road, tradition lights the way, and without questioning, you follow.

You do what’s expected. You show up for others. You meet their needs, wear their smiles, and in return, you keep the peace. You make everyone happy.

But somewhere along the way, something gets lost.

Your shape. Your fire. The person you were meant to be gets buried beneath the version they molded.

Then comes a moment quiet at first, but powerful when you begin to feel the weight of a life that isn’t truly yours.

That’s when the real journey begins.

You start seeking your true self. The one hidden behind years of pleasing, compromising, surviving.

And it’s not going to be easy. You’ll lose friends. You’ll confuse others. You’ll even doubt yourself.

But something beautiful happens. Piece by piece, you start peeling off the mask. You shed the skin of who you were told to be. You step out of the cobweb and into the light of who you really are.