“the more i try to show that i exist, the less i exist.”
that quote hit me like a soft punch to the chest.
you ever feel like you're trying so hard to be noticed, to matter, to be remembered—and yet it just makes you feel even more invisible? like the louder you get, the more silent everything feels in return?
sometimes i feel like that flower in the photo. wilted but still standing. soft-colored but unseen. beautiful, maybe—but not in a way that people pause to admire. more like… "oh, that’s nice," and then forgotten in the next blink.
i've had days where i post something just to remind people: hey, i’m still here. i’m alive. i exist.
but the internet scrolls fast. people scroll faster. and suddenly i’m questioning—did anyone even care? or was it just noise?
and it’s not even about validation, not always. sometimes it’s just the need to feel real.
when your days blur into each other, when your voice feels quiet in a room full of louder souls, you start wondering if your existence is only confirmed when someone else sees it.
but here’s the thing no one tells you—
existing quietly is still existing.
you’re not less real just because you’re not loud.
you’re not less important just because no one clapped for your soft blooming.
you’re still here. and that’s enough.
i think about how flowers still bloom even when no one watches.
how the moon still rises even when everyone’s asleep.
how some of the most beautiful things are never posted, never liked, never saved.
they just… are.
so maybe, just maybe—
i don’t need to prove that i exist.
maybe being unseen doesn’t mean being unworthy.
maybe it means i get to live for me.
without performance. without pressure. just peace.
and if you’re reading this feeling the same—like you're fading the more you try—
let's just sit for a minute. quietly.
breathe. exist. no noise. no show. just being.
because sweetie, you don't have to scream to be real. sometimes, existing softly is the loudest thing you can do.
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