The Joy Of Missing Out


I’ve come to learn that life creates more full circles as you grow older. It’s like a compass onto paper that continues to draw overlapping circles over and over. When an experience causes my life to feel more whole, I can’t help but think it’s God reminding me he exists. It’s funny how trivial ideas and desires used to take a hold on me. I used to want to be included in everything. I used to want to be invited everywhere. I used to want to be seen. I used to search for validation and accountability from others instead of giving it myself. I used to fear missing out on things thinking where everyone is, is where I should be too. Whether it’s a function or a certain stage of life, I used to compare where I am to those ahead of me constantly asking myself why I am still where I am and why I am not where they are. Learning that a young mind stretched by an experience can no longer go back to its old dimensions caused me to pivot my way of thinking for the better. What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is yours. And it’s okay to to celebrate both.

The beauty of growing up is realizing that most of the things you once deemed invaluable and vital seem dispensable now. The beauty of growing up is learning and knowing that the most valuable things in life aren’t trivial things. There’s more to life than what you used to think. There’s deeper ideas and more rewarding mentalities to dive into. There’s more than just the surface. There’s fulfillment in saying no. There’s beauty in the present and being present. There’s greater value in knowing everything is a choice. These realizations has not only opened my mind to change but also made me more accepting of my failures. I’ve never felt such joy and liberation missing out on things not meant for me and just simply accepting life as it comes. I find myself only exerting my energy and time on people and things that matter.

To be quite honest, the last thing I look at before I sleep and the first thing I look at when I wake up is my phone. I used to think this wasn’t a problem but recently, I’ve been more aware about my screen time. I used to have the urge to look at every story, every post, every tweet until I find myself wasting time and not doing what I need to do for myself. I am slowly learning to hold myself accountable outside of the social media space. It’s okay to not post when I don’t feel like it. It’s okay to not post on “prime time.” I didn’t realize how much I depended on my phone until I started missing what’s outside of my phone screen. There’s joy in missing out. There’s personal joy in living and moving in silence. Life is mighty good. Life is being lived to its fullest and by the looks of it, I’ll be doing it in comfortable sets paired with sneakers.