There Isn’t a Cosmic Allowance
I’m a blunt person. Always have been. Some people like that. Some don’t. That’s life. So let me put it plainly: the world does not owe us anything. Not comfort. Not approval. Not applause. Nobody has to agree with us. Nobody has to validate us. And expecting otherwise is a good way to stay miserable.
That is a hard truth to swallow when we’re brought up believing the opposite. When we’re always told that we’re special and deserve so much more. And now that we’ve got society telling us our feelings are law and identity is holy ground, we begin to believe the world has a duty to kneel for both.
We’re living in a culture addicted to applause. Everything is a performance now. Your beliefs, your love life, your outrage, your hobbies. Nothing is lived. Everything is broadcast. We’ve stopped asking if we’re being true to ourselves and started asking, "How will this be perceived?" We’ve traded authenticity for optics, and we’ve become a society of fragile egos.
Here’s the trap: when your self-worth depends on strangers, you’re already owned. You’ve traded your spine for approval and handed your peace of mind to people who do not know you and do not care. A “like” becomes oxygen. Disagreement becomes assault. A different opinion feels like a threat instead of what it is: someone thinking for themselves.
If you care more about being seen than being real, you are not in control.
Now we’re being sold the fantasy that the world must bend to identity. That disagreement is violence. That silence means guilt. That everyone else is responsible for our comfort. It’s a lie. And like all comforting lies, it becomes a cage.
Somewhere along the line, we forgot the difference between tolerance and acceptance.
Tolerance is basic decency. It says, “You exist. You may speak, live, and believe, but I don’t have to like it. That said, I will not harm you.” That is the social contract. That is the price of freedom. Nothing more.
Acceptance is personal. It’s an agreement. Approval. A stamp of belonging. And nobody is entitled to that. It cannot be forced or demanded. You either earn it or you don’t. And even then, you may not get it. That’s life.
Our mistake is treating acceptance like a civil right. It’s not. It never was. “Do not hurt me” is not the same thing as “approve of me.” We blurred that line, and now everyone is furious because reality refuses to obey their feelings.
All this boils down to how we choose to live.
Path one: chase validation. Police thoughts, police words, fight ghosts, bleed energy trying to control the world. Beg for approval like it is oxygen and break every time someone does not clap.
Path two: accept the truth. The world does not owe you a damn thing. You build your worth from the inside out. You live however you choose, as long as you are not hurting anyone, and you understand not everyone will applaud. Not everyone will care. And that is fine. It has to be.
Because the day you stop chasing approval is the first day you are actually free. The noise drops. The mask slips. And you get to be a person again, not just a performance.
You do not need the world’s permission to exist.
You just need to stop waiting for it to care.
