Learning to Respect My Own Colors.

✨ Not everything that is good for others is good for me, and not everything that is good for me is good for others. ✨

No better or worse. No right or wrong.

Just having the inner discernment to recognize my own difference, respect my own nature, and understand that each person experiences life in a unique way.

Well, I don't know exactly what day it was that I stopped watching movies and series, or opening social media just to keep scrolling the feed. But today was the first day I truly noticed it: I simply don't want to anymore. The urge is gone.

Simply put, all that compulsion — almost a need — to pick up my phone, to see something, to watch something, to do something, even if I felt bad afterwards, disappeared. And all of that was a search for dopamine.

Today I don't miss it. I don't find it fun.

I no longer feel like spending my time on things that, for me, don't add value.

And I am deeply grateful for the whole path I have walked to get here, because it showed me that the person I am today is the result of the choices I made in the past and keep making in the present.

Today, series, movies, C-dramas and social media no longer feel relaxing or fun. Quite the opposite. For me, they cause fatigue, headaches and even a feeling of disconnection, because I spent more time out in the world than within myself.

And over time I began to see all of this no longer as an emotional escape valve or a source of dopamine, but for what it really was and for the effects it caused on me.

And not because these things are bad.

They aren't.

It's like lactose intolerance: cheese is not the villain; it isn't harmful to everyone. But for those who are intolerant, it makes them sick.

I realize that I spent a long time consuming things that weren't good for me, even while feeling the effects. And today I have the maturity to choose differently.

I have the discernment to look at my difference and say: "Wow, what a beautiful color I am."

And this is also a way of expressing self-love toward myself. Of relaxing into my own expression. Without seeking others like me in order to feel that I belong, because I already belong to a very special place, which is myself…

And I am learning to respect my way of experiencing life, like a baby who begins to discover itself. I am discovering that being different isn't bad; it is simply reality.

Understanding that something doesn't need to be labeled as bad for everyone for me to choose not to consume it. I don't need to demonize anything to recognize what isn't good for me. Just to observe whether, in my personal sphere, that thing is good for me or not, like lactose for some people.

There is a great freedom in this.

The freedom to stop fighting to fit in.

The freedom to simply be who I am.

For a long time, I thought something was wrong with me because I couldn't deal with certain things the same way other people did. I saw everyone spending hours on screens, consuming content nonstop, and I tried to do the same. Among other common scenarios within society.

But there was a difference: it made me feel bad. Really bad.

Today I understand that I have a very strong sensitivity, and that this kind of stimulus pulls me out of my inner attunement. Nowadays, I don't need to ignore this, my unique way of expressing myself, in order to feel accepted, because I decided to accept my own colors.

Seeing my difference not as a weakness, a problem, a difficulty, and fighting against it, as I once did. But simply observing these traits of mine, beautiful and perfect, as they are: simply my beautiful traits.

Because this isn't only about something being good or bad for you. It's about what you accept, what you suppress and what you reject simply because it is different.

Respecting my limits is a way of loving myself.

And one of the greatest demonstrations of maturity, in my personal view, is exactly this: perceiving what is good for you, what is bad for you, and having the courage to choose yourself. Accepting that not everything will be for you, but that doesn't mean it is bad for others.

Like cheese, which for some is just another food and for others is a ticket to running to the bathroom or feeling really sick.

So, if there is someone here reading this article who has something different from everyone else, or something that isn't very common, I'll tell you one thing: you don't need to act, be or behave like others in order to feel accepted or to feel good.

You simply need to accept yourself and understand your unique way of living life.

And everything I've said here goes far beyond "watching movies and series or being on social media." Because everything I've said here reflects the importance of accepting yourself as you are; however much of a unicorn you may be to society, you will only ever be you to yourself, within your own normality.

With love and gratitude, Orrani. 💖

👽 WRITTEN BY: O Caminho Para Dentro 🛸 AUTHOR'S LINKS: SPACESHIPS | UNIVERSE