A Morning of Quiet Realizations
This morning, while I was walking, I saw a girl I hadn't seen in years.
She used to stay at our house. Her family left after a sharp argument with my mother, and somehow, even after all this time, seeing her brought back a sudden wave of awkwardness. My immediate instinct was not to say hello.
I couldn't even pinpoint why I felt so self-conscious. Perhaps I was wondering what she thought of me. Maybe I was suddenly overly aware of my posture, my expression, or how I looked. Or perhaps I was dreading the lingering weight of what had happened between our families.
It was strange how rapidly my mind turned a simple, quiet moment into something heavy.
Then she said hello.
Just like that.
For a moment, everything I had imagined seemed to disappear, leaving behind only a simple human greeting.
Nothing terrible happened. She was simply standing there, greeting me as anyone else would. In that instant, I realized I had been carrying all that awkwardness entirely by myself.
She wasn't looking at me through the lens I had imagined; she was just saying hello. Yet, I had already built an entire landscape of insecurity and worry before she even uttered a word.
For a few seconds, I felt a quiet embarrassment—not because of her, but because of how much noise had been playing inside my own head.
Later, at the market, I saw chickens packed tightly inside cages.
That sight left a different kind of heaviness in me.
They were just there, sitting silently together while people walked past, chatting, buying things, and deciding what to eat.
I suddenly couldn't look at the scene with the casual indifference I usually had. I began thinking about how strange it is that we trade an animal's life for something as fleeting as taste.
I grew up viewing it as something entirely normal. But standing there, really looking at those chickens, made the entire practice feel different.
I kept wondering: how much of what we consume do we ever question, and how much do we simply accept because it is familiar?
Especially when alternative sources of protein exist—we know they do. So why do we continue?
I don't know if there is a simple answer.
Maybe that is what bothered me most.
This morning reminded me that even ordinary moments can quietly disturb the way we see ourselves, our habits, and the world around us.
A girl saying hello.
Chickens sitting silently in cages.
Two completely different moments unfolded in the same morning, yet both turned my attention inward.
The girl made me notice how easily I construct insecurity within my own mind.
The chickens made me question a habit I had been conditioned to accept without thought.
I came home with no clear answers or grand conclusions.
I just kept walking with the questions.
Perhaps that is what made this morning feel different—just a little more uncomfortable than when I first stepped outside.
And strangely, I think that's okay.
Being uncomfortable sometimes means we are actually paying attention.
Maybe that is what life quietly does.
It doesn't always offer answers; sometimes, it simply gives us moments that force us to stop and look again.
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