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The World Moves On, So Can You.

If I look away from the computer long enough, maybe it will finally finish loading. If I look away from the world, it will still keep turning. And maybe that's not comforting to most people—the idea that everything continues on without you, regardless of what you're doing. But right now, it comforts me. Knowing that I'm replaceable helps. They'll figure it out eventually. 

We get so wrapped up in this narcissistic idea that we're essential, like the world can’t move forward without us. But the truth is, they’ll be just fine. And if they really do struggle without you? Well, maybe that's on them. People need to learn what "it" is on their own terms, not just because you’ve been holding everything up for them. It has to be a group effort, or it’s not really worth anything at all.

Let them experience it. Let them figure it out. Because in the end, we’re all just cogs in this giant, indifferent machine. It keeps spinning whether you’re there or not. And maybe that’s the most freeing thing you can realize. The world moves on, and so can you.

P/S: Regarding a specific situation, perhaps written more harshly than intended but is a reminder that if you are overwhelmed, it’s fine to step back for a while.

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