SO NOW I DON'T FORCE THINGS 😔
There was a time I believed effort alone could bend the world — that if I tried hard enough, people would stay, success would come, and life would finally reward me for my patience. But the truth is merciless: life owes no one anything. The world moves at its own pace, indifferent to your hunger, your love, or your prayers.

I have seen people beg to be loved and end up broken.
I have seen dreamers work themselves into dust, only to watch luck crown someone else.
I have seen loyalty die in people’s eyes overnight — the same eyes that once swore eternity.

So now I don’t force things.

When people drift away, I don’t chase them. They were never mine — they were passing shadows cast by time’s brief light. When opportunities close, I don’t curse fate. Maybe they weren’t mine to begin with. Even the breath I take isn’t guaranteed; why should I expect permanence in anything else?

The man who forces things is a fool. He fights storms that don’t even know his name. He clings to illusions that life delights in destroying. He builds castles in water and calls it hope. Then time comes — silent, cold, unbothered — and washes everything away.

I have learned to let things die their natural deaths. To watch connections fade without bleeding for them. To see plans fail without begging life for another chance. When I stopped forcing, I started seeing — the world as it is: transient, hollow, beautiful in its emptiness.

The tree doesn’t beg the wind to stay still. The river doesn’t argue with the rocks. Nature flows, and so should I.

Now I live quietly, observing how everything I once held dear eventually crumbles — and strangely, that truth brings peace. Because once you accept that nothing is yours, you stop fearing loss. You stop demanding permanence in a world built on decay.

So no, I don’t force things anymore.
Not people. Not plans. Not life.
Everything fleets — and I’ve made peace with that.

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