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There’s this theory I’ve had in my head for a while now. I’m not even sure if it’s entirely true, but I can’t shake it off, so I’m writing it out.
I feel like, from when we were toddlers until around 18 or 20, life was kinda smooth. We got what we wanted most of the time. If we needed help, someone showed up. If we desired something, it eventually came. We didn’t really struggle or “toil” for anything. It’s like things just aligned, and we moved through life with little friction.
But then adulthood hits, and suddenly, it feels like we’re not doing enough. Or worse, we feel like we’re not enough. Life starts to feel heavier. You start second-guessing yourself, your path, your pace. And the sad part? Nobody prepared us for this part. School didn’t teach us how to navigate the emotional weight of adulting. So, a lot of us go around feeling like life is unfair or like we’re failures.
From a spiritual angle, I remember the story of Adam. When God cursed him after the fall, He said man would toil and sweat to make ends meet (Genesis 3:17–19). That moment defined a lot of what adulthood feels like. It didn’t mean we wouldn’t succeed, it just meant success won’t come easy. It’s going to require work. Real work.
And when you think about it, maybe that’s for a reason. If success were that easy, everyone would have it. The world would be overly competitive, maybe even chaotic. There might be no levels, no drive, no hunger, maybe we’d all just be… the same. And maybe that’s not how life was designed to be.
Then there’s another layer: Life go show you pepper Pro Max (life will show you intense struggle). I remember hearing someone say, “Do we really expect God to just knock on our door and hand us success?” Like, no. We still have to work, to show up, to stay consistent.
And then comes the question I still don’t fully understand, why do the things we’re most passionate about sometimes take the longest to bring results? Like, you pour your heart into something, and it just… delays. Meanwhile, some random idea someone came up with blows up overnight. It’s crazy. And unfair. But it’s life.
I know my theories aren’t always direct. Me sef know (I know it too). I’m just pouring it out the way it’s sitting in my chest.
Let me stop here before I talk too much. Ti won ba ti gbe wa (If they eventually carry us), you’ll definitely hear from me again.
Ire ooo