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It’s Sunday, and I want to bring up the questions you’re too scared—or too curious—to ask yourself. The ones that linger in quiet moments, the ones that tease at the edge of your consciousness, the ones philosophers and poets have been circling forever.
Ask yourself:
• If you stripped away all expectations—society’s, family’s, even your own—who would you be? Would that person feel at home in this life?
• Are your choices truly yours, or are you living in the shadow of someone else’s narrative of who you should be?
• Is longing the same as desire, or is it something else entirely—a philosophical tension between what you have and what you perceive as missing?
• Are you present with yourself, or are you seeking meaning, validation, and completeness in external sources that can never fully satisfy?
• What parts of your life are you romanticizing because they reflect truth, and what parts are illusions that keep you from seeing your actual path?
• When you “show up” for others, are you also showing up for yourself? Can true generosity exist without self-presence?
• Do you fear solitude because it mirrors your inner complexity, or because it forces you to confront the parts of yourself you’ve been avoiding?
• If time is a construct, and life is experienced moment to moment, how often do you let yourself truly inhabit the now?
• What would freedom feel like if you weren’t tied to fear, expectation, or memory? Could you even recognize it?
• Is love something to find, or something to cultivate inside yourself first, then share with the world?
These questions aren’t meant to be answered in one sitting. They’re meant to linger, to stir thought, to challenge you to confront the life you’re living versus the life you could inhabit.
Because the act of asking—the intellectual, messy, uncomfortable act of questioning—is part of becoming. It’s part of the work of stepping fully into yourself.
