Do you ever have that feeling where you realize you don't really have anyone you can talk to every single day? Sure, you've got friends, but they have their own people, their own group chats, and their own favorite person to text when something happens. So you're just there, staring at your phone, waiting for a message that never comes. It feels like you're watching everyone else's life from the outside, and nobody is looking back at you. They're laughing, they're choosing each other, and you're just invisible. It makes you feel unimportant, like if you disappeared tomorrow, would anyone even notice?
I hate admitting it, but it makes me feel desperate, like I'm begging for attention just by wanting someone to care. I'm not asking for the world, just someone who actually wants to talk to me, who remembers I exist without me having to remind them.
But Why?
Why do I beg people to remember me, to care about me? Why do I need them to give meaning to my life?
Yes, people are important. They bring color to your life.
But your life doesn't need their colors to be beautiful. You are already full, full of colors.
Other people? They're beautiful too. They have their own reds, their own blues, their own shades of gold. And sometimes, when your colors meet theirs, something magical happens. But that magic is a bonus, not a requirement.
Start Looking Around
Grab your coffee. Step outside. Sit in front of your door for a moment.
Just look.
There's a child playing in the street, laughing at nothing, lost in their own little world. A husband and wife talking softly on their porch, their voices blending into the morning. A bird landing on a branch, then flying away — no reason, no destination, just being. The golden light touching the leaves. The soft blue of the early sky.
Everyone is living their life. And so are you.
You don't need anyone to witness this moment for it to be real. The warmth of the cup in your hands. The cool breeze brushing your face. The quiet hum of the world waking up — it's all yours. No one needs to validate it. It's already beautiful.
Peace Doesn't Come From Others
We spend so much time waiting. Waiting for a text. Waiting for someone to choose us. Waiting for permission to feel okay.
But peace isn't something someone else can hand you. It's already here. In the small things. In the rhythm of your own breathing. In the way the sky bleeds from orange to pink to purple at sunset. In the silence that isn't empty — but full.
You don't need to be someone's favorite person to live a good life. You don't need to be constantly remembered to matter. You matter because you exist.
So let go of the waiting. Let go of the needing.
Drink your coffee slowly. Watch the world move. Feel the colors around you — and the colors within you.
This moment, this quiet, ordinary moment — it belongs to you.
And that is more than enough.
You are not waiting for someone to complete you. You are already complete. You just forgot to look.