I Am Swimming in Words That Don’t Walk

I am waking up to quotes before I even brush my teeth. “You are enough.” “Grind in silence.” “Let go of what you can’t control.” Everyone sounds like a philosopher now. My feed is a motivational buffet — free, colorful, and utterly tasteless. I am scrolling through recycled wisdom, and I am starting to feel full but not fed.

It’s strange how easy it is to sound whole in digital spaces. We’ve mastered the art of preaching peace while drowning in private chaos. I am seeing it, I am doing it, I am living in it. We don’t share what we feel anymore — we share what sounds like feeling.
 

I Am Realizing Quotes Are Just Digital Cosmetics

I am realizing that quotes have become makeup for our minds — a quick touch-up before we face the day. We post “stay positive” even when we’re rotting inside. We share “good vibes only” while fighting invisible storms. And somehow, the world applauds.

It’s all a beautiful lie. And the worst part? We like it that way. It makes us look aware without requiring change. I am the same — I save screenshots of growth instead of growing. I repost hope instead of seeking it. I pretend understanding while still repeating mistakes.

I Am Watching a Parade of Pretend Enlightenment

I am scrolling past people quoting “trust the process” — the same people panicking because life isn’t unfolding fast enough. I am watching others say “protect your energy” while spending theirs gossiping. Everyone is curating peace like a brand. It’s not hypocrisy anymore — it’s habit.

Even I do it. I know it’s hollow, but it feels good to type “everything happens for a reason” when I’m lost. Because saying it feels safer than admitting I don’t know what’s happening at all.

I Am Growing Suspicious of Easy Wisdom

I am starting to distrust things that fit neatly into quotes. Real life doesn’t come in symmetry. Healing isn’t aesthetic. Growth isn’t a caption. And strength doesn’t rhyme. Yet here we are — trying to sound deep instead of living deep.

Maybe it’s because pain doesn’t photograph well. It’s messy, ugly, and inconvenient. So we compress it into digestible words that make it look beautiful — even when it’s bleeding.

I Am Missing the Rawness

I am missing the people who speak without filters. The ones who say “I’m not okay,” without sugarcoating it. The ones who mean what they say, not just say what sounds good. Those are the voices that stay. Not the pretty phrases that fade with the next scroll.

I am craving truth that trembles, not truth that trends. I am craving words that are alive — not edited to death.

I Am Choosing to Stop Pretending

I am not looking for perfect sentences anymore. I am looking for people who live their words quietly. I am learning to let silence say what quotes never can. I am starting to believe that wisdom isn’t meant to be shared — it’s meant to be lived, one ordinary, uncaptioned day at a time.

And maybe that’s the part everyone keeps skipping — the living.