I found myself enjoying the chaos today. A strange kind of pleasure washed over me as I was able to offer support to someone in distress. But now, as I reflect on it, I'm left with some questions.
Why did I find this so rewarding? Was it just that helping others is a natural mood-booster for me? Or was I feeling a sense of pride, a quiet acknowledgment that I'm still capable of handling these situations?
This experience didn't change my life, but it did give me a newfound sense of confidence. I'm hoping to stay grounded and not let it morph into overconfidence.
Interestingly, I've also noticed a shift in myself. I no longer feel the need to seek validation from others and am becoming more comfortable with the fact that not everyone will like me. I have no idea why my perspective has changed so much over time, but it’s led me to a new interest: human psychology. It’s a subject I had no interest in as a student, but now I’m genuinely curious.
Does this happen to everyone? Do our interests shift with time, or am I alone in this?
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