I used to have a pretty stable office job. The work was clear, the paycheck was steady, and at the end of the month, I never had to stress about rent. To many, it was a dream setup. But for me, every morning when I opened my laptop, I had this lingering feeling: I’m doing something that isn’t meant for me.
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“Living out” other people’s expectations
It was a job that gave my family peace of mind, earned me the admiration of my friends, and looked perfectly “fine” to outsiders. But the reality was that every morning, I had to fight a massive internal battle just to drag myself out of bed. I didn’t hate the work, and I wasn’t so miserable that I wanted to run away immediately. It was just that… I had absolutely no inspiration.
I used to ask myself: “Am I being too picky? Am I just ungrateful?” But the more I thought about it, the more I faced an uncomfortable truth: I was living the version of life that others expected of me, not the version I actually wanted to live.
“Nothing is more exhausting than playing the role of a success in other people’s eyes while feeling like a failure in your own soul.”
The pressure of “the gaze”
No one was forcing me. There were no reproaches or orders. But every time I entertained the idea of doing something different, a series of familiar questions would pop into my head:
- “Why would you quit? You have a good job.”
- “Is that even stable?”
- “What will people think?”
- “At your age, others have already achieved this or that…”
I realized there is something invisible yet incredibly powerful: the fear of being judged. That fear was what led me to quietly adjust my life just to fit into everyone else’s view.
Fading away in a false sense of security
When you live according to external expectations for too long, you start to lose the ability to listen to yourself. I was no longer sure what I liked or what I truly wanted. Every decision had to pass through a filter: “Is this logical?” before I could even ask, “Do I want this?”
I became cautious and safe, but my internal energy was slowly draining away. It felt like I was trying to wear a suit that looked great to the audience, but was incredibly tight and suffocating for my own body.
The moment of truth
One very ordinary evening, I posed a hypothetical to myself: If I keep going like this for another five years, will I regret it?
The answer came so fast it startled me: YES.
It wasn’t that I was afraid of failing; it was that I was afraid of never giving myself a single chance to live according to my true desires. At that moment, I understood: living your own life doesn’t mean you have to be a rebel or oppose everyone. Sometimes, it’s simply having the courage to admit that you are different from what others expect.
I started to change—not loudly, not drastically. I started with the smallest things:
- Giving myself permission to prefer a different direction.
- Spending time on things others considered “useless.”
- Stopping the comparison of my progress to someone else’s track.
And most importantly, I learned to ask: “Is this decision for me, or because I’m afraid of what others will think?”
The price of freedom and the priceless relief
Living the life you choose isn’t always pleasant. There are times when I feel lost, when I feel like I’m moving slower, out of sync, or even that my life is more precarious than others’. But in return, I feel like I’m living, not just existing.
Everything has a price. I accept that I cannot please everyone. I accept the bumpy road that few people understand. But at least it’s the road I chose for myself. And that relief is something I never had before, even in the midst of “stability.”
“Others can walk a stretch of the road with you, but no one can live your life for you.”
Others can give advice, have expectations, or worry for you, but they aren’t the ones waking up in your life every day. They don’t live with the consequences of your choices. You are the only one who has to walk the entire distance.
Living your own life isn’t selfish; it’s a form of honesty—honesty with your feelings, your limits, and your true desires. Because ultimately, nothing drains our strength faster than living a life we never wanted in the first place.
Are you wearing a “suit” that’s too tight because you’re afraid of what people think? Share your story. Sometimes, just speaking it out loud is the start of the journey to find yourself again.
