WHEN THE WORLD DOESN’T SEE YOU

 

In the silence of it all…
You begin to retract, slowly. Not with a loud bang or dramatic exit, but with a quiet fading…
like morning mist under a rising sun.
There’s no audience, no applause.
Just the weight of your thoughts echoing in a room full of noise.

You look around and see the world, so vibrant, fast, and full of voices and color…
and somehow, you still feel unseen.
You wonder, is it me? Am I the ghost here?
Am I the only one who pauses in a world that glorifies motion?

The work you’ve poured yourself into feels like it disappears into a void.
You give, and you give, until the giving feels like grief.
You laugh less, create less, trust less…
Because what is the point of speaking if no one is listening?

And then the questions come. The dangerous ones.
Does any of it matter?
Do I matter?
You try to hold on to the remnants of what once was…
the passion, the excitement, the drive…
but even that feels like a distant echo.

You want to believe your efforts count for something.
Surely, they must?
But the world has a cruel way of measuring worth.
Numbers. Attention. Engagement. Results.
And when you don’t see the reward, you begin to question the reason.

Envy, that quiet intruder, seeps in.
You start to compare.
Others’ success. Others’ spotlight. Others’ rise.
And all you see is your stillness in contrast.
You think about the hours, the tears, the sweat… and ask,
Was it for nothing?

Time passes.
And with it, hope sometimes slips too.
You begin to believe that maybe this is it.
That life passed you by while you were busy trying.
And after all the consistency, the showing up, the hard work…
There’s nothing tangible to show.
Nothing that feels like success.

But what if… just what if… you are wrong?
Or what if I am right?

But before you go too far into that darkness, remember this...

Your value is not dependent on being seen.
The world has a way of delaying recognition for those whose hearts are true.
Some seeds bloom in a week, others take years... but both were planted with purpose.

You’re not invisible, you’re becoming.
The quiet seasons don’t mean you’re failing; they mean you’re growing roots.

Someone is seeing you.
Your work has touched someone, and even if it’s just one person, that ripple goes farther than you know.
You are not a waste of space. You are a necessary soul in a tired world.

You matter... because your voice carries truth, because your art exists, because your love reaches, because you still try.

So rest if you need to. Cry if you must. But please, don’t stop showing up.
There is more ahead, even if today it feels like less.