Set Your Own Pace: Live Your Life Normally

We all grow up watching others running behind dreams, money, relationships, success, and expectations. Somewhere, it becomes a belief that we have to run with the world, or we will be left behind. But is that true? Does living fast mean living right? For me, the answer is simple—No. I believe in living life at my own pace, in my own style, not rushing just because others are. Living normally for me means living peacefully, with stability, and without the pressure of comparisons. It took me years, pain, and experiences to understand this, but today I can say it loud: my slow pace is my strength.

What Living Normally Means to Me

Living normally doesn't mean being like everyone else. For me, it means having a stable life, emotionally and financially. If there’s no money, life gets stressful. If there’s no love or care, life feels empty. So for me, a normal life means peace in the heart, food on the table, and someone who genuinely cares. I don’t want fancy things—I just want stability, silence, and sincerity.

I Don't Want to Run, I Want to Breathe

All my life, I’ve been the person who waited for things to get better, for people to understand, for wounds to heal. I never rushed into decisions. But the truth is, life didn’t become better on its own. I had to take charge. I started making efforts. I slowed down even more—not because I was weak, but because healing takes time, and I wanted to heal completely.

My Routine: A Small World of Peace

I’m not someone who needs big things to feel alive. I’ve learned that peace doesn’t come from excitement or attention—it comes from having a soft routine that feels like home to your soul. A normal day for me is simple, but it means everything. I wake up early, before the world gets noisy, when the air still feels fresh and untouched. I like that stillness. I take my time to stretch, breathe, and just exist quietly for a while. No rush. No pressure.

I eat my meals on time—it might sound basic, but it’s a way of telling myself, “You matter.” Taking care of my body is now a part of my healing. I sleep early, avoid overthinking at night, and try to stay away from unnecessary arguments or drama. I’ve learned not every battle is worth my energy. Protecting my peace is more important than proving a point.

I make sure to step out of the house at least once a week—maybe for a drive, a walk, or a little time with nature. Even a small outing reminds me there’s a world outside pain and healing. It brings balance.

These little things—my morning calm, my quiet meals, my restful nights, my space—are my anchors. They may look ordinary from the outside, but they’re my way of staying connected to myself when everything else feels out of control. In a world that keeps pushing to move faster, my slow and simple routine is my rebellion—and my peace.

My Journey is Special, Not Delayed

Yes, my life may look slow compared to others. But I know my path. I’ve faced pain most people can't even imagine. I’ve been through abuse, emotional neglect, and heartbreak. But I’m still here. And that makes me strong, not weak. My journey is different, and that’s what makes it powerful. I remind myself every day that I’m not behind—I’m just taking my time. I’m not normal. I’m a celebrity in my own eyes.

The Power of Forgiveness

I forgive easily—not because I’m foolish, but because I don’t want to carry the burden of hate. Life is already heavy. If you forgive, you get peace. And I believe in karma—what you give comes back. Today, if I’m calm, it’s because I’ve let go of so much pain, silently. I forgive to move forward, not to forget, but to free myself.

When People Don’t Understand Your Healing

Yes, I’ve been judged. People think I show off, or that I act like I’m the only one with feelings. They say, “You’re just a human like everyone else.” And yes, I am. But I’m a human who’s been broken and still chose to rebuild, slowly and silently. People don’t always understand mental health or emotional recovery. They want you to act fine, smile, and behave like nothing ever happened. But I chose a different path. I chose to listen to myself and honor my feelings.

I stopped caring about those who laugh at my healing journey. Because healing is personal—it’s not for the world to understand, it’s for me to survive.

Small Changes, Big Impact

I used to hold on to people who didn’t value me, thinking maybe one day they would. I waited, cried, and kept giving chances. But then I asked myself—What about me? Where am I in all this?

That’s when I began to change—slowly. I didn’t jump into a new life overnight. I just took small steps. I let go of people who ignored me. I started saying what I wanted, clearly and firmly. If someone didn’t care, I didn’t beg anymore. I told them either love me truly or leave me peacefully. This change was for me. Not to show the world anything, but to finally respect myself.

What a Normal Day Feels Like

For me, a normal day is peaceful. No drama, no overthinking, no one making me feel small. I love mornings when I wake up early, in silence, with no noise or pressure. I have my tea or coffee in peace, maybe go for a small walk, or do something simple like watch a movie or go for a drive.

Even one day like this—without expectations, without fake people, without emotional pain—feels like a blessing. I don’t need a luxury vacation to feel alive. I just need a calm moment where I feel like myself again.

I Don’t Compare My Life Anymore

I used to feel bad seeing others moving fast—getting married, making money, building families, living "perfect" lives. But now, I look at myself and feel proud. I had deep wounds and still managed to smile. I’ve taken bold steps people are scared to even think about. I’ve left toxic love, stood alone, and healed myself. That’s not slow—that’s strong.

So no, I don’t compare anymore. I know many who appear fast but are lost inside. I might walk slowly, but I walk with strength and self-worth.

Don’t Leave Yourself Behind

If someone is reading this and feels left out in life or love, let me tell you this: It’s okay if people leave you. Just don’t leave yourself. You may feel like you’re standing alone, but one day you’ll realize you were standing with the most important person in your life—you.

Don’t wait for someone to come save you. Save yourself with love. Cook for yourself, go on drives, buy yourself a gift, cry if needed, then wipe your own tears. That’s power. That’s real self-love.

How My Pace Gave Me Power

Once I started living on my terms, slowly and calmly, I discovered my real worth. I realized I don’t need validation from anyone. I don’t need someone to complete me. I’m complete, just as I am.

My confidence didn’t come from compliments or success. It came from surviving hell and still choosing peace. Choosing my pace gave me freedom—freedom from pressure, from fake relationships, from needing approval.

A Moment of True Freedom

I can’t describe it perfectly in words. But there are moments when I feel completely free. When I open the window and feel the soft air on my face. When I drink water, and feel its freshness. When I wake up early and hear the quietness of morning. These are not big things, but they feel like magic.

You can’t explain the feeling of loving yourself deeply. It’s like breathing for the first time after being underwater for too long.

You Are Not Late—You Are Right on Time

Life is not a race. It’s not about who reaches where first. It’s about how you feel while walking your path. If you are tired, stop. If you feel lost, sit with yourself. Cry, rest, breathe, and then rise again—on your time.

Set your own pace. Walk your own path. And live your life—not how others expect you to—but how your soul deserves to.

Because your story is not a delay, it’s a miracle in progress.

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