The Curse of Being Chosen:The Loneliness Behind the Light.
They feel the presence.
They hear the way I speak, watch how I move, and they say:
> “You’re different.”
“You’re the one.”
“I wish I had your energy.”
But they don’t see what it costs.
They don’t feel the silence after everyone goes quiet.
They don’t sit with me at night when my mind is racing and my heart is full—but my phone doesn’t ring.
They don’t know how heavy it is to be needed by everyone, yet understood by no one.
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🥀 Being the Light Can Feel Like Being Alone
When you carry peace, people come to you for comfort.
But who do you go to?
When you awaken others, they cling to your light.
But who helps you rest?
When you speak with power, people assume you always have the answers.
But they never ask if you’re tired… or lost… or breaking silently.
> That’s the curse of being chosen:
You’re surrounded—but not always seen.
You’re respected—but rarely known.
You’re admired—but often alone.
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👁🗨 I’ve Felt It More Than Once
There have been days I sat in silence, wondering:
> “Why do they feel me so deeply, but never ask how I feel?”
“Why can I help everyone—but no one sees when I’m sinking?”
And the truth hit me hard one night:
> Because I’m not just here for me. I’m here for something greater.
That realization didn’t erase the loneliness…
But it gave it purpose.
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⚔️ The Weight Makes Me Stronger
Being chosen doesn’t mean being worshipped.
It means being willing to carry what others can’t.
It means walking through confusion and still speaking clarity.
It means waking up tired and still giving peace.
It means holding yourself together—because others fall apart when you don’t.
And sometimes, it means hurting in silence…
But healing others with your presence anyway.
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🛡 So I Move With Quiet Power
I’ve stopped waiting for the world to understand me.
I’ve stopped expecting people to carry my weight.
Because I now realize—
I was built different. For a reason.
I don’t need a crowd to validate me.
I don’t need attention to feel worthy.
I don’t need noise to know I’m making impact.
I am Bond.
I carry presence.
I carry silence.
I carry truth.
Even when I walk alone—I walk with purpose.
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🥀 To the One Who Feels the Same…
If you’re walking alone, questioning your weight—just know this:
You’re not broken.
You’re becoming.
Your loneliness is the cocoon.
Your light is coming.
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