When you are young, you think everything that happens to you is fate.
Someone leaving... A door closing... That indescribable emptiness growing inside you...
Then time passes. One realizes this. What changes life is not what you experience. It's what those experiences turn into in the inner world.
Inner transformation is a bit like trying to decipher the language of destiny.
Life sometimes takes you through hard places. One minute someone you trusted has become a stranger. One minute you realize that the sides you have clung to for years saying “this is who I am” have started to fall apart. At first you call it destruction. Then you realize. Some breaks don't break you. They wake you up.
Because it is when it hurts the most that one can get close to oneself.
It is possible to escape from oneself for years in crowds. Talking all the time, working, playing around... But one day life leaves you alone with your own voice. That's the hardest place.
To look inside yourself.
When people start to change, their environment also changes. Things that used to be normal start to feel heavy. Some conversations feel empty. Some people tire you. Sometimes you can't even carry your old self anymore.
There is also a bit of mourning.
Because what we call transformation is not only turning into someone new. It is also giving up the old self.
Maybe that's why people relive the same wounds over and over again. Life brings back what you haven't learned with different faces. Until you actually see it.
That's the hardest confrontation. Not with others, but with yourself.
Why you always fall into the same void... Why you cling to some people too much... Why you neglect yourself...
After a while, one realizes this. Fate is sometimes hidden not outside, but in one's character.
And I guess that's where maturity starts. When you stop blaming other people all the time.
Because as long as people run away from themselves, life keeps putting the same mirror in front of them.
Forgiving yourself is the hardest part of inner transformation. The things you were late... The things you kept silent... The things you gave up out of fear... The years you gave to the wrong people...
Sometimes one lives like an exile in one's own conscience for a long time.
Then one day he gets tired. And for the first time he learns to be a little softer with himself.
I think that's when the real change starts.
Today, when I look back at my past, it was not my achievements that made me grow. It was my scars. Because success makes you grow on the outside. Pain makes you grow inside.
And fate seems to be written there the most.
Not in what happens to a person...
What your heart became after what happened to you.