Since childhood, we were taught that our worth depends on what we do, not on who we are. We grew up hearing that we must work hard, be productive, earn a degree, a salary, and follow a routine that defines us. Over time, that idea became a burden. If you don’t work, if you don’t produce, it feels like you stop existing. Society measures you by your usefulness, not by your humanity. But we are not a job title, a paycheck, or a label. We are people with emotions, fears, and dreams that go far beyond any kind of work.

There is a weight in having to justify your own existence. We live worried about what others think, feeling guilty for not fitting the mold. We were raised to work, not to live. Yet life is short, and no one will give back the time we sacrifice trying to prove something. We didn’t come here to compete or to please. We came to live, and that should be enough.