What If You Were Never Too Much - Just in the Wrong System?

There’s a quiet violence in the way society teaches us to distrust our depth. We are trained to question our instincts, mute our sadness, minimise our awe. If you’ve ever felt too sensitive, too soulful, too different - maybe it’s not you. Maybe you were just never meant to thrive in the system that taught you to hide those parts.

This part of my reflection emerged not from rebellion, but from rupture. From grief. From insomnia.

From the weight of asking questions that don’t always have answers - but my soul still insisted on asking.

• Why do we not remember if we’ve lived before?
• If death is love, why are we so afraid of it?
• Is human existence actually hell on earth?

These are not new questions. They are remembered questions. The kind that bubble up when your soul refuses to sleepwalk through life.

And yet, we’re told to hush. To normalise disconnection. To value obedience over inner knowing. To seek progress, not presence.

But what if…

The chaos and cruelty we see are symptoms of forgetting who we are — or never fully knowing.

This isn’t cynicism. This is soul-level clarity. When the world feels like it’s spinning out of alignment, maybe the answer isn’t to find better footing - it’s to stop pretending the centre we were given is solid at all.

I wrote earlier:

Seeing and not acting can feel selfish — especially when the pain is visible. But sometimes, it’s not about grand gestures; it’s about acknowledging what we’ve witnessed and letting that shape how we choose to live.

This is a sacred rebellion: to feel deeply in a world that numbs. To question relentlessly in a culture that demands certainty. To live tenderly even when tenderness is inconvenient.

I’ve stopped apologising for my ache. I’ve stopped sanding down my edges to make others comfortable. I’ve stopped asking for permission to care.

I choose to be the question - not the answer. I choose to feel the ache - not escape it. I choose to live like it matters - even if the world says it doesn’t.

And if all that makes me too much… Then I’ll be everything this world forgot how to hold, and I'll still love unconditionally from the other side.

Read the full reflection: The Ache of Being Human