There’s a recurring problem I face with almost everyone I meet:
The moment I establish even the smallest connection, people suddenly start giving me advice—
as if they know everything.

And honestly?
It’s unbelievably exhausting.

Sometimes I want to talk about how much I love living alone, how it’s a beautiful chance to grow and become my own person.
But suddenly the conversation shifts to my life again:
“You shouldn’t be alone,” they say,
as if they know me better than I know myself.

Sometimes I just want to chat with someone about a game.
But even then:
“You should do this, you shouldn’t do that…”

I didn’t ask for your advice.
Don’t speak on things that aren’t your place.

I don’t want to scream these words.
I’m not angry. I’m not bitter.
I’m just tired.
So, so tired.

Tired of hearing the same words on repeat.
Tired of people who contribute nothing to my life always having something to say.
Tired of being constantly compared to others.
Every day, every week, every month—
the same noise.

People have always been like this, even in my childhood.
I just didn’t see it back then.
I thought people meant well.
But now I realize—
Most are just desperate to be heard, not to understand.

I’m done being shaped by voices that don’t know me.
Done with being talked at instead of talked to.
Everyone tries to sound superior, but no one really helps.
They just talk.
Always talking.

I’m not upset because I’m lost.
I’m upset because of people.

I’m angry with people.

That’s why I search for peace in the forests.
In the birds, in the flowers, in the oceans.

Because nature never gives advice.
It just listens.