A Transformative Experience: My Journey Through Medium
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Chapter 1: Embracing Change
I never imagined that Medium could be so inviting until recently. Since my first day on the platform, my feelings about it have transformed. You might wonder why that is. Previously, I was more focused on publishing my own content than engaging with the rich tapestry of stories from others. However, this week, I made a conscious decision to read more than I write, and that’s when everything changed.
Recently, I encountered an article by Stephanie Ann Grant titled "Yes Son, It's Okay To Cry." It ignited something within me. Although it’s a piece of non-fiction, I found its message resonating deeply, prompting tears as if she were speaking directly to my soul. Imagine my surprise when she mentioned that her son's name is also Josh! I truly appreciate your words, Stephanie.
You might be curious about what made this piece resonate so profoundly with me. I identify as an introvert—someone who often prefers the comfort of home (though I'm gradually developing a fondness for nature). I've distanced myself from friendships because I value authenticity and honesty, traits that seem increasingly rare today. It often feels like those who seek my friendship have ulterior motives—either they're looking for cover or are solely focused on what they can gain from me. My experiences with insincere friends have left me weary; I consider them as dangerous as a viper.
As I mentioned, my life is built on facts and principles, which often leads people my age to overlook me—and that's perfectly fine.
Before you accuse me of being closed off to friendships, let me clarify: I have given opportunities, but the results have often been disappointing.
Regarding relationships, I’ve remained single throughout my life (though I have indulged in many romance films, ha!). I even penned a poem titled "Can I Ever Love?" which articulates some of the reasons behind my decision to stay single.
This is where people often get confused about me: unlike many introverts, I possess a certain boldness. My presence is unmistakable, marked by seriousness and a determined demeanor.
Yet, I must confess that I cry like a child when I feel hurt and isolated. You might wonder, "Why cry if you're so bold?" Well, when someone wounds me, it’s not the pain that brings the tears, but rather the realization that I allowed myself to be hurt.
However, the aftermath of that cry is transformative. My perspective shifts, ideas begin to flow, obstacles seem to dissolve, and I find my hands itching to write.
Those who don't speak much often have much to express.
Reflecting on my journey thus far, it's apparent that life is a complex maze. No one experiences a perfect existence. Wealth can lead to a loss of trust and genuine friendships. Conversely, having true friends can make life feel effortless. Success may invite jealousy, while failure opens the door to judgment.
"No matter how hard we strive for perfection, life continues to challenge us."
But isn’t that the beauty of it? Life’s imperfections and trials mold us into who we are. Each tear, each setback, and each moment of solitude contributes to the masterpiece of our existence.
As I sit here contemplating my journey, I recognize that the struggles I've faced, the deceitful friends I've encountered, and the times of solitude have all been essential. They’ve fostered resilience, honed my instincts, and led me to uncover my inner strength.
Medium has evolved into more than just a platform for my thoughts; it has become a space for connection and understanding. Reading the stories of others has illuminated the fact that I am not alone in my struggles. We all endure hardships, moments of vulnerability, and silent battles. Yet, we also celebrate victories, joys, and triumphs.
I will continue writing—not merely to share my experiences but to reach others who may find comfort in my words. Additionally, I’ll keep reading because there’s a vast world of narratives waiting to be explored—each with the potential to ignite a spark in someone else's heart, just as Stephanie's words did for me.
Ultimately, life is not about achieving perfection; it’s about embracing our flaws, learning from them, and becoming stronger with each passing day. If we allow ourselves to be vulnerable, to weep when necessary, and to open our hearts to connection, we may find that life is not just about surviving—it’s about truly thriving.
Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts. If you’ve found resonance in my story or gained something meaningful, I invite you to stay connected. Follow me for more reflections, personal insights, and stories that delve into the human experience. Your support inspires me to continue sharing, one story at a time.