The Version of Me That Looked Fine

There was a time like that when, from the outside, everything looked like a momentum, especially when my posts were doing very well; there was a constant engagement. I was getting some curation on my post, and comments, and to me, I was very happy because I thought I'd figured it out.

I think it was the type of post I was writing then, or maybe I was new to the platform, or maybe some curator noticed me or something; I do not know.
That version of me looked like progress. It was also quietly falling apart.

And recently, I think about this especially when I scroll through other people's pages and I see that familiar pull of comparison. The milestone of achievement, style of confident post, and growth.
But what I know is that I cannot enter their mind to read them.
The person cashing out a big payout may have bills that payout barely covers. That person who is constantly posting may be running on something closer to desperation than discipline.

Someone once said that real eyes realize real lies, and that appears to be what we see online too. Not everything we see online might not be what it looks like in the outside world.

There is always a wider gap between what people tend to show online and what they are passing through in silence. I stopped comparing myself by what I see others post online around the same time that I stopped pretending mine was one.

Thank you for reading.

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