Leave the Herd Behind

In a world where everyone can be anything they want, I just want to be this coffee, dripping my way away from it all.

The overthinking and stress I had made me share these lines a couple of days ago. Respectfully, in a world where anything can happen, who the f*ck cares?

When I was a young university student, I read something that stayed with me all these years. It said: If you learn a foreign language, you double your value. I didn’t quite understand it back then, but over the years, I came to experience it very closely.

When you know only your mother tongue, you’re somehow confined — by your country, your job options, your way of living, even your dating life. But when you break those barriers of language and set yourself free, the sky truly becomes the limit. You can go anywhere, do anything, and be with anyone — no limits whatsoever.

Then why are we punishing ourselves just because we’re actually able to do that?

We live in a world where borders don’t really feel like borders anymore. We’re no longer limited to the few people around us. The things we want and the things we do have changed. We don’t want to follow the traditional path anymore. But at the same time, we don’t really know what to follow either, because the options are limitless.

You can apply for hundreds of jobs every week, swipe left your way through eternity, and call almost anywhere on Earth your home. This is the kind of world we’re living in now. But then why the heck do we feel bad for being able to do so? Are we cursed for knowing better?

Let me give you my honest answer: yes, we are.

Once you’ve glimpsed what the world offers and discovered your own potential, nothing — not a single thing — feels truly satisfying anymore, especially when weighed against the narrow comforts of 'home.' And once you leave the herd, there’s no going back. At least not mentally.

But here is the thing— I was never part of the herd, even when I was in one. I was always dreaming ahead, even when I didn’t know what the future looked like. Then one day, I realised I was not a tree — I could move. And I did.

The problem is, there’s no end to this. Once you start exploring what’s possible and what’s not, it becomes impossible to stop, to satisfy your thirst for things. You move to a new country — there’s always a better one. You get a good job — three ads later, there’s a better one. You meet a nice fella — two blocks later, there’s a better one. The options are limitless in our very limited lifetime.

In a world where everything feels “figureoutable”, it doesn’t feel feasible to settle on one. You can’t really decide on something when everything around you is so fluid. Once you’re in the flow, it’s hard to stop. And when you finally do stop, you can’t seem to land anywhere — because by the time you do, everything has changed, including yourself.

In a society that glorifies knowing exactly what you’re doing, finding your path, and settling down, I want to keep hopping from one flower to another — like a rebel bee, respectfully. There’s no rulebook for being human, so why should it matter what the majority is doing?

In a world where everything makes sense one way or another, I don’t want to. Let me try being a headless chicken for once, and see where it "lands" me.