Take this as one of those Barney Stinson blogs from How I Met Your Mother. No one actually reads it, but if you do,you’d end up becoming,legendary.
Life sometimes feels like one long tracking shot you’re walking, minding your own business, not even in anyone’s frame and suddenly someone lobs their emotional garbage right onto you. No warning. No music change. Just the scene ruined. And for a second, you think, great, must be me. Spoiler: it’s not.
That moment? That’s their storm. Their unresolved plotline bleeding into your script. People love to throw their shadows around when they can’t deal with their own light. And you? You’re just standing there, looking like collateral damage.
We do this thing,victimizing ourselves because we weren’t invited, weren’t noticed, weren’t “included.” But what if the camera just wasn’t supposed to be on you in that scene? Not every shot is yours. Sometimes the universe edits you out so you can show up later with the kind of entrance that makes the whole theatre go quiet.
And if someone wants you out of the picture, makes you feel like the extra instead of the lead? So be it. Let them. People flip. People switch genres overnight.One moment you’re their lead, the next you’re barely background. That’s not your failure, that’s just how the reel spins. Comedy one day, horror the next. Whatever. That’s not your problem. Don’t cling to a dying plotline.
Here’s where it gets good: when you stop fighting for the wrong script, things get lighter. Call it God, call it the universe, call it the cosmic editor,it doesn’t matter. Just hand it over. The scenes play out smoother when you’re not trying to control the cuts.The rare kind of soundtrack that shifts an entire room’s atmosphere doesn't let someone else’s shaky handheld drama mute that symphony.
Because your vibe,your vibe,that’s the kind of rare energy directors wish they could bottle. The way you light up a room, shift the whole atmosphere, that’s not common. That’s not average. That’s a superpower. Don’t you dare let someone else’s half-baked drama dim that.
Me? I’ve always been the type to step forward when it comes to trust. But the same energy, to everyone else? When I catch someone rehearsing the same lines for others that once felt like ours? I take ten steps back. No exit speech. No slammed doors. Just a fade. Loudest when close, quietest when gone.
Slipping into the background, watching.
And here’s the line you should carry with you:
“When you move back, hope the rest of their actions convince you to leap in,not their words.”
Words are cheap dialogue. Energy is the raw footage. And trust me, footage doesn’t lie.
So don’t force connections. Don’t force yourself into rooms where your vibe feels muted. Don’t water yourself down to fit into someone else’s script. If they call you "extra",then be the whole damn cinematic universe. If they call you "complicated", wear it like a plot twist. The right people won’t be scared of your depth,they’ll be addicted to it.
Bottom line: stop auditioning for parts in movies that don’t deserve you. You’re not a cameo. You’re not an extra. You’re the damn main character. And main characters don’t beg for screen time.
So stay loudest where you’re valued, but be the quietest if they want to lose you out of the frame. Walk out of the scene. Let the camera follow you.
That’s how legends are made.
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