Different Eyes, Same Sky

I’ve always believed this world isn’t one single version, it’s billions.Each person walks through it with their own set of eyes, shaped by everything they've felt, feared, lost, or loved. And somehow, we expect people to all react the same.But how can they? They’ve lived different stories.Some see the world as a puzzle, trying to find where they fit.Some see it as a battlefield, where survival becomes a skill.Some, a dream they’re slowly waking up from.And some? They’re still figuring out if it even matters.And every single one of those is valid.I’ve never been the type to need people to be a certain way.I don’t expect copies of myself.I don’t expect answers that look like mine.I just want people to be real, whatever that means for them.You shouldn’t have to shrink your thoughts to fit someone else’s comfort zone.You shouldn’t have to dim your wonder, your doubt, your wild logic, or quiet chaos just to be “acceptable.”We weren’t made to be identical. We were made to be human.So no, I don’t expect perfect.I don’t expect certainty.I just want to understand people for who they are, not who they’re told to be.If the world let people breathe as they are, unfiltered, unedited, maybe we'd stop trying to be acceptable…and finally feel accepted.

Maybe the kindest thing we can offer someone… is the freedom to stay exactly as they are, and still feel seen