want to have one to pet 🥺

And in this, I find peace. Even if my heart remains unseen, it can still be a refuge for others. To love silently, to give selflessly—this is a rare kind of strength, and it’s enough for me.

So, I embrace this calling—not to be understood, but to understand. To love without conditions. To offer the world a quiet strength it might not always notice but deeply needs it.

We’re here to bring comfort, to hold what others can’t, and to find beauty where others might not look.

Understanding often comes with solitude. It means seeing the world in ways others don’t, even if it leaves parts of you unseen. But that’s okay. Maybe those of us who are meant to understand aren’t meant to be seen by everyone.

Still, there are moments when I long to be understood—to have someone truly see what I carry beneath the surface. I wonder if anyone notices the silent battles I fight or the dreams I hold close. But then I remind myself: perhaps this is my gift, not for me to receive, but to give.

There’s a quiet beauty in being the one who understands without needing to share your own story. To be someone who holds space for others in their joy and sorrow, without expecting anything in return, is a strength I’ve grown to value.

I tend to notice what others might miss—the weight behind someone’s smile, the slight crack in their voice, the unspoken emotions they try to conceal. Maybe it’s because I’ve lived in those shadows myself, and I understand the silent language of hidden feelings.

Sometimes, I realize that purpose isn’t something we choose—it’s something that finds us. I often feel mine isn’t about being seen or celebrated but about understanding deeply. To listen. To quietly observe the world and the people in it, even if that means staying in the background.

my two eyeballs literally sees this at night in a bustling street 🤦