STOP THE WORLD... I WANT TO GET OFF.

Sometimes I catch myself returning to the same question: what on earth was I thinking when I chose this particular planet? If souls truly choose where they are born, then apparently I signed some kind of contract without reading the fine print.

Because Earth is not an easy place.

There are wars, hatred, envy, lies, betrayal and hypocrisy here. The list could go on, but I will stop there, because despite everything, I still believe in people.

You can give the very best of yourself and someone will still decide that it is not enough. You can work honestly for years and, in the end, receive your gratitude in the form of... yet another Excel spreadsheet. And just when you think, “Stop the world, I want to get off,” a stranger appears and holds the door open for you. Someone smiles at you for no reason. Someone rescues a dog. Someone donates a kidney to a person they have never met. Someone plants a tree, knowing they will never sit beneath its shade. And once again, I am confused. Because Earth is a strange place. The worst and the most beautiful exist here side by side. On the very same day, you may see one person publicly humiliate another, and someone else quietly pay for an elderly woman’s groceries. One person destroys, while another builds. Not a house, but hope. And I begin to think that perhaps this is exactly why I am here. Not because Earth is perfect, but because it is not. If the world were perfect, kindness would not be a choice. If everyone were honest, honesty would cost us nothing. If no one ever made mistakes, forgiveness would never have been born.

I believe that everything happens for a reason. Not because we always like the reason, and not because pain is always fair, but because life often reveals its meaning only after we have walked the road to the end. There are encounters that change our lives. There are separations that quietly save us. There are doors that close only to force us, at last, to walk towards the right one. We do not always understand the reason immediately. Sometimes it takes years. But one day, when we look back, the pieces begin to fall into place like a puzzle, and we realise that nothing was accidental.

People often ask me why I write about human dignity, toxic workplaces, fear and silence.

I write because I know what it feels like to be invisible. And because I know that sometimes all it takes is one person saying:

“I see you. You are not alone.”

That may not change the world, but it may change someone’s world. And sometimes, those are exactly the same thing. Lately, I have started to think that perhaps I finally know how to make people a little happier.

I am going to make ice cream.

You are probably smiling now.

But think about it. Do you know anyone who is truly miserable while eating ice cream? I do not. When you are holding an ice cream, life somehow feels lighter. The problems do not disappear, but for a few minutes, they stop shouting. People smile more. Children forget to cry. Adults remember, if only for a moment, what it felt like to be a child. Perhaps it is no coincidence that our happiest summer memories almost always taste like ice cream. And if I really do begin making ice cream one day, I will not simply be selling dessert. I will be selling five minutes of freedom from worry, a few smiles and those small, beautiful moments in which the world becomes just a little better.

Perhaps that is the point. Not necessarily to change the whole world, but to make someone’s day a little brighter. I do not know whether I chose to be born here, or whether I signed some cosmic agreement before entering this life. But if such a contract exists, I would very much like to see the clause about Mondays. I have a few questions for the Creator... 🙂

And despite everything, if I had to choose again today, I would probably choose Earth once more. Not because it is the most beautiful place in the universe, but because it is here that we are given the freedom, every single day, to decide what kind of people we will be.

To add more hatred, or a little more light.

To walk past, or to reach out a hand.

To judge, or to understand.

To destroy, or to build.

Perhaps that is the true meaning of it all. Not to find a perfect world, but to leave behind a world in which at least one person feels less alone, one injustice has been challenged, and one more smile exists because we were here. Because in the end, no one will remember how perfect our lives were. But someone may remember that after meeting us, they believed in people a little more. And if that is not the reason we are here, I do not know what else it could be.

Perhaps sometimes the meaning of life is simply to leave behind a little more light... and people who walk away smiling.

Even if that smile begins with a single ice cream cone. 🍦

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