It's Impossible to Please Everyone

Aren't rules meant to be broken?

You don’t have to live the way everyone expects you to.

This is what I tell myself at least.

There are all these rules: rules of conduct, rules of society, rules of behaving, rules of being, rules, rules, and more rules.

But, who made all these rules? Where are they written? What happens if I don’t follow them?

What happens if I don’t conform?

The dream is to live by my own rules, without comparison, without worry, without hurt, without shame, insult or injury.

All I really want is to exist in peace and harmony.

But it feels entirely impossible, especially when there’s so many people to please; and so many expectations.

I remind myself, again and again, it’s impossible to please everyone.

But, try I will, because that’s what I’ve been made to believe, conditioned, and groomed for isn’t it?

Why wouldn’t I want to please people? Why would I cause unnecessary trouble? Why can’t I just do as I am told?

Why can’t I do the things the way I’ve been groomed for?

Why do I feel suppressed to follow these rules?

Why do I need to follow any rules at all?

Why do I feel the need to rebel?

Why do I need to conform?

Perhaps, it’s not about the rebelling per se, it’s more about agreeing to disagree; I try to say, as politely and as respectfully as I can I refuse to do as I am told, just because sometimes, there are are things that don’t feel quite right.

Do I need to explain myself why? But why?

Truthfully, I don’t have all the answers.

All I know is there are things that don’t feel quite right.

(My gut tells me so). Is that enough of an explanation? Who am I explaining to?

But, here it comes, her it comes, the waves of guilt, shame, and remorse.

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I stop myself and take a look.

There’s so much space.

All I need to do is to take the time to empathize and reframe.

Everyone is doing their best in any given time.

I doubt anyone exists to do their worst intentionally, unless there’s good reason for such misery.

Let me reframe!

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I am always looking for my one true way.

When things don’t feel quite right, I protest, I process, and I proceed—with a new certainty in the way that I succeed.

Rules are guidelines, made to test, made to tease, but sometimes, they are necessarily challenged especially if it just doesn’t feel quite right.

Is it a matter of being just? Is it a matter of right and wrong? Is it a matter of morale? Is it a matter of perspective?

When things feels too limiting, ask, why does it have to be so limiting?

There’s a reason why in the past, people want to keep each other small. It’s easier to control the masses if the masses are made to feel small.

Yet, the world is so much greater today, there’s much more space, there’s plenty more to explore, to go beyond the confines of walls, the world is much freer than it’s ever been before.

It’s not about rebellion, per se, it’s more about allowing myself to exist as my most authentic myself. There are many ways that’s available these days.

I am still on the journey to find what that really means for me.

What does it really mean to be myself?

Who am I at my core—when no one is looking?

For what I desire most is to be free.

Free to be me, just to be, free as me.

Free to be, just as me.

That is the one true gift I can gift myself.

It takes courage, it takes wits, it takes going against conformity.

Why follow the herd, if the herd is not where my heart is.

This I know is the one true way, my truest self is waiting.

It’s the story of humanity.

It’s part of what being human means.

To reconnect with that intuition and the desire to assert one’s truest self.

All I want is the space to be authentically me.

Because there are days where being still just doesn’t feel quite right yet.

To stay true to myself, means to abandon the rules.

That is the mission.

To start from a blank canvas and redefine the rules.

As to conform, is to betray myself.

To conform, is to betray my authenticity.

We are all individuals. We are all unique.

Perhaps, there are some truths in the herd, but they don’t belong to me.

As belonging feels like a myth—to me at least.

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