Wasifreflects

Tag: healing

  • My Digital Peace Pact: Choosing Peace Over Past

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    There’s a quiet kind of pain that comes from opening an app and being pulled back into a world you’ve tried to move on from.

    You open WhatsApp and see statuses from people you once knew—some who hold beautiful memories, others who remind you of rivalry, envy, or a version of yourself you no longer want to revisit. You scroll through Facebook and see highlight reels of other people’s lives—career wins, travel, relationships, success.

    And somewhere in your heart, you feel… something heavy.

    You don’t want to compare. You don’t want to care. But your peace is disturbed anyway.

    🔁 What Social Media Was Supposed to Be

    Social media promised connection.
    But what I’ve felt, more often than not, is:

    • Disconnection from my present
    • Comparison with lives I don’t truly know
    • Regret over memories I can’t or don’t want to relive
    • A whisper of unworthiness

    I want to live my life, not keep watching someone else’s unfold like a never-ending slideshow.

    📿 What I Truly Want

    I want:

    • Silence from the past that no longer serves me
    • Freedom from subconscious competitions
    • A space where I can breathe, reflect, and move forward
    • Peace—not performance

    This is not bitterness. It’s clarity.
    This is not running away. It’s walking home to myself.

    📱 My Digital Peace Pact

    Here’s what I’m doing:

    1. Muting WhatsApp Statuses that don’t bring me peace
    2. Unfollowing people on Facebook who stir up unhealthy feelings
    3. Opening apps with intention, not out of habit
    4. Replacing noise with nourishment—Islamic reflections, writing, nature, and silence
    5. Noticing how I feel after using an app, and adjusting accordingly

    💭 My Life Is Not a Race

    We all bloom in different seasons.
    Some people may look “ahead,” but I’ve realized this: I am not behind. I’m just on my own path.

    And that path deserves presence.
    It deserves protection.
    It deserves peace.

    🌙 Final Words

    So this is my pact. My Digital Peace Pact.
    To mute the past when necessary.
    To stay present.
    And to live my life—not theirs.

  • Maybe I Wasn’t Meant to Lead—and That’s Okay

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    For most of my life, I’ve been doing what I was told. Study hard. Follow the path. Get the degree. Chase the respectable life.

    And I did.

    But somewhere along the way, I started to feel something heavy:
    What if I’ve spent so many years learning what others expected—
    that I never learned what I truly want?

    People talk about leadership like it’s the highest goal. Be bold. Be seen. Lead the way.

    But here’s my truth:
    I’m not cut out to be a leader.

    Not because I lack intelligence. Not because I don’t care about the world.
    But because I know myself now.

    I don’t thrive in the spotlight. I don’t enjoy managing people’s opinions.
    I’m not built to carry others’ expectations on my shoulders.

    And maybe that’s not weakness. Maybe that’s clarity.

    I Take Negativity and Turn It Into Peace

    That’s who I am. When things go wrong, I don’t explode—I reflect.
    I try to find meaning, to find healing, to make something better out of something broken.

    I don’t want power. I want peace.
    I don’t want followers. I want freedom.

    And strangely, the more I walk this quiet path, the more alive I feel.

    What If We’re Not All Meant to Lead?

    What if some of us are here to:

    • Walk the forest path while others chase the road?
    • Raise kind children while others lead big crowds?
    • Heal silently while others speak loudly?

    Not everyone needs to change the world in the public eye.
    Some of us change the world by changing ourselves.
    By choosing calm over chaos. Stillness over struggle. Truth over performance.

    This Is Me Now

    I’m still figuring it out.
    But for the first time, I’m not rushing.

    I’m learning that my value isn’t in how loud I am—
    but in how true I’m willing to be.

    I may not be a leader.
    But I’m no longer lost either.

    And that, for me, is enough.

  • Showing Up — Even When It Hurts

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    Today’s therapy session didn’t go as I hoped.

    I was 15 minutes late — not out of carelessness, but because life has a way of throwing delays when you’re already carrying so much. It was supposed to be a one-hour talking therapy session, but the therapist told me we couldn’t do much now because of the reduced time.

    What hurt most wasn’t just the policy. It was the feeling of being shut down — of driving all the way there, battling my own thoughts and exhaustion, just to be told there wasn’t enough time to talk.

    And I felt vulnerable — not because of what we discussed, but because opening up itself felt like handing over my weaknesses. These things I carry as shame, I placed in the hands of someone who knows much about me… while I know almost nothing about him. That imbalance shook me.

    Therapy, I’m learning, is a one-way street. You give your truth. You give your pain. You hand over your fears. And sometimes, you wonder if that trust could be misused — not necessarily by malice, but simply by misunderstanding or indifference.

    As an overthinker, the whole experience drained me instead of offering peace. I walked away feeling heavier than when I arrived.

    But here’s what matters: I still showed up.
    Even when the odds were against me.
    Even when I was late.
    Even when fear and doubt whispered, “What’s the point?”

    Maybe the session wasn’t fruitful. Maybe there’s a policy to uphold. But I believe there’s something sacred about showing up — for yourself — especially when it’s hard.

    And that, I choose to hold on to today.

    This post is for anyone who’s ever felt dismissed, unheard, or rushed. For anyone who struggled just to get out of bed and go face the world — and did it anyway.

    You matter. Your effort matters. And your journey, however quiet or messy, is still worthy.

    Thanks for being here with me.

    – Wasif