When "do your best" isn't enough every morning of waking up, I ask myself, "Do it for nothing," not because I'm not trying.

"Do your best" is not enough.

Every morning I wake up, I ask myself, "What are you doing for?" It's not because I'm not trying - on the contrary, I'm doing everything a human being can do, I'm devoting my physical, impulsive, time and tears to every role, every dream, every relationship, but why still feel empty?

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The end of the way, but the path never ends.

I graduated, worked too hard for anyone to take care of my peers until I left almost no time for myself, tried to be the best version of myself every day, but the more you gave, the more demanding the world was, like running on a treadmill that never stopped, the faster it went on.

I did everything that society said I should do, as everyone expected, by a standard that everyone said was right, but the result was not the happiness I hoped for, it was just a pile of exhaustion.

Efforts without echoes

The most painful thing is not failure - because I am already used to failure. The painful thing is to do it fully, but it is not enough. No one says that I am good enough. No reward can fill the gap in my heart. No compliment makes forget all the fatigue accumulated.

I looked back and saw all the traces of my own efforts, but I didn't see a sincere smile from within once.

When fighting is meaningless

There's always a question in my head: "If I stop trying, what happens?" Maybe everyone can go on without me, maybe the world will continue to spin, and maybe I'll rest.

It wasn't enough to do my best, but it wasn't enough to make me wonder if maybe the problem wasn't my ability, but the system we were forced to run in, it was infinite expectations, it was a world that measured people by what they could do, not who they were.

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The turning point is called "Enough."

Then one day I stopped. I sat down in the midst of exhaustion, and admitted to myself, "I did my best." This saying is not to give up, but to free myself from the shackles of expectation.

Maybe life isn't a running race that has to do everything best. Maybe it's a walk that we can take a break when tired. Maybe the meaning isn't a cross-grab, but rather the acceptance that I'm just a human being with a limit.

Today I still have days when it feels like doing everything and then it's all for nothing, but I learned not to blame myself for that feeling. I learned to say "enough" and give myself the right to live without being everything for everyone.

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And that's the only thing I can do - to admit that living without proving anything anymore is enough.