I Am Not Here to Be Understood by Everyone

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There was a time I spent too much energy explaining myself.

Why I thought the way I did.
Why I needed space.
Why I cared so deeply about things others brushed off.

I wanted to be understood — because I thought that meant I belonged.

But now I get it:

I’m not here to be understood by everyone.

Some people just won’t get me.
They’ll misread my quiet.
They’ll question my values.
They’ll resist the depth I bring.

And that’s okay.

I’m not for everyone.
And everyone’s not for me.

The ones who do understand?
They feel like breath. Like ease. Like home.

They don’t need the full explanation.
They feel my presence — and that’s enough.

So I’ll stop diluting myself just to be more palatable.

I’d rather be real than understood by the wrong people.

Because the right ones?

They’ll see me — and stay.