existing isn’t a failure

We’ve been taught that everything must have a purpose.
A goal. A reason. A lesson.

So when we feel tired
or lost
or numb —
we panic.

We think:
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Why can’t I find the point?”
“Why does everything feel… flat?”

But here’s what’s rarely said:

Sometimes, it’s okay for life to just be.
Not perform. Not improve. Not fulfill.
Just exist.

We think our fatigue is a flaw.
But often — it’s grief.
For the version of us that was constantly expected to become
without ever being allowed to just be.

We’re not broken.
We’re overassigned.
Exhausted by the pressure to extract purpose
from every breath we take.

And maybe stepping out of that
isn’t nihilism.
It’s liberation.

Because existing — without productivity, without pressure —
isn’t a failure.
It’s a reclamation.

✧ quiet prompt:

What part of you is still apologizing for being tired of becoming?

🌒 go deeper:

→ read: existential fatigue, narrative addiction, and identity detachment → chapter: decoding