They never fucking knew what they had in front of them. That’s what you need to understand. When they brushed you off, rejected you, betrayed you, or pushed you until walking away became the only sane option, they thought they were losing somebody ordinary. They knew there was something about you though. They could feel it. You’d enter a room and the whole atmosphere changed, people opened up around you, told you things they’d been carrying for years, and somehow walked away feeling better than when they arrived. Funny how people will drink from your well and still question whether there’s water in it. That’s why some of them stayed around longer than they deserved to. They liked what your presence did for them. The calm, the advice, the understanding, the energy. They enjoyed the medicine while disrespecting the fucking pharmacy. What they didn’t know was how much weight your life actually carries. They had no idea how serious your purpose was, and truthfully, you probably didn’t fully know either. That came later. I believe the rejection had a job. So did the betrayal. So did being forced to leave people you swore you’d never leave. All of it kept hammering the same lesson into you until you finally got it, stop asking other people to confirm your worth. You needed time alone, fam. Not because you were being punished, but because you were too used to hearing everybody else over yourself. Take away the applause, the opinions, the relationships, the constant noise, and eventually you’re left sitting with the one person you kept avoiding. 🫵 That isolation taught you something company never could. You learnt who you were when nobody was clapping, checking on you, choosing you or telling you what you wanted to hear. That shit hurts, but fuck me, it makes you dangerous in the best way because now rejection can’t control you like it used to. And the mad part? Some of the people who tried to break you accidentally trained you. Every betrayal sharpened your judgement. Every rejection thickened your skin. Every time somebody underestimated you, they gave you another reason to stop living off their opinion. I’m speaking to someone here. You know there’s something you’re supposed to do with your life because the thought won’t leave you the fuck alone. You can distract yourself, doubt it, laugh it off, bury it under work, relationships and everyday bullshit, and somehow it keeps crawling back into your mind. Pay attention to that. Stop grieving people who couldn’t recognise what you hadn’t fully recognised in yourself yet. They played their part. Some people were never meant to understand you, they were meant to make you understand yourself. You can feel there’s more coming. And I don’t think the best part has even started yet.