stillbecoming.studio

For me, life is the most beautiful party we are ever invited to, with all its bittersweet moments. In this party, alongside those who catch the rhythm, dance like nobody’s watching, and completely lose themselves in the music without a care in the world, there is also a crowd of timid people. They watch their every move, crumble under the gaze of others, and constantly look for flaws in themselves.

We were raised, conditioned, and unfortunately, we raised our own children with that perpetual anxiety: “What will others say?” What others think or say has been made to matter so deeply. That is why our world is filled with stories of unmade decisions, missed opportunities, abandoned dreams, untaken trips, unworn clothes, and unfulfiled loves.

“What will others say?” is a phrase that, honestly, has never worked on me throughout my life. By nature, I’ve never really cared about what anyone thinks or says about me—unless, of course, there’s a specific reason I’m trying to impress them! 🙂 Let them talk, let them think whatever they want. But when I look around today, I see that people who think like me are a very small minority.

In fact, there is a terrifying inner darkness created by suppressed emotions when people face the heavy consequences of living for others’ approval. For some, this darkness turns into outbursts of anger; for others, into chronic illnesses quietly eating away at the body, or an endless cycle of anxiety. The soul becomes suffocated in that narrow cage it locks itself into just to appease “the crowd,” and eventually, it screams out through either a failing body or a crashing mind.

But that “crowd” whose opinions we worry about so much? For someone else, we are that crowd. We are the very audience and commentators we think have the right to interfere in other people’s lives. In short, we are both the plaintiff and the defendant.

Yet, when we could just dance freely at this party that we’ve joined for a strictly limited time, does it make any sense to watch what someone else is doing, eating, or drinking? Or to give so much power to those who are watching us?

This might be a personal observation, but those who are obsessively preoccupied with what others say are usually the ones who gossip and judge the harshest. In this magnificent party, they are so terrified of what people might think that they micromanage their every move, while simultaneously throwing bitter shade at the ones dancing freely in the middle of the floor.

So, is it really worth it? Worth the missed opportunities, the unfulfilled loves, that unworn skirt? Is it worth limiting your own body while the music is blasting, just because you’re afraid of being judged? Especially when the alternative is to close your eyes, open your arms, surrender to the rhythm, and just enjoy the open buffet and the open bar. 

Let them talk, my friends, it won’t kill us! 🙂

With love,

Nazan

If These Piece had a Color : It would be ”Pomegranate Blossom”.

If These Piece had a Song : It would be ”De Aqui No Sales-Cap.4:Disputa – Rosalia”. https://open.spotify.com/track/3U5JVgI2x4rDyHGObzJfNf?si=f9047821d23d42ac

If These Piece had a Scent : It would be ”Ocean”