I thought being seen meant being validated, and being validated would mean I'd finally feel real –– something I've struggled with my whole life.
Now I somehow find myself craving the opposite. The smallness, the obscurity, and the holy invisibility of a life lived just for you, maybe a few tomato plants, and a couple of dark-eyed juncos willing to bear witness without judgment. In fact, "unimportant" might be the most freeing, spiritual, and quietly powerful thing I’ve ever allowed myself to be.
So, if you’ve ever whispered a spell no one heard, made something beautiful that never left your hard drive, or planted something just to see it grow, you already know this. Welcome. You’re not alone.
The Pressure to Matter (Loudly)
Let’s be honest. These days, we live in a world where everyone’s supposed to be building a brand. Every last one of us is supposed to have (and want) an audience, a content strategy, and at least one platform where we’re semi-viral or absolutely killing ourselves trying.
Even spiritual growth gets pulled into this vortex. Your tarot pull better be Instagram-worthy. Your altar had better be aesthetic. Your journal entries? Possibly one day publishable. Everything becomes potential content.
It’s exhausting.
And worse, it makes you start to feel like even your private moments aren’t valuable unless someone claps for them. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but despite how it probably feels most of the time, you don’t need claps and likes. You need peace and presence. You need the moss that grows on your soul when you finally take a moment to be still.
What Obscurity Gave Me
Getting older has naturally meant slowing down quite a bit. It's also meant making better choices about where I spend my energy and realizing that the real currency in life is peace. Eventually, I realized I was no longer really interested in chasing importance anymore, and some really strange and beautiful things started happening.
I started enjoying my own company again. I remembered how much I love writing things just to see the words pour onto the page. I lit candles for spirits who never asked me to post about them. I grew a garden that I never really photographed, but walked through many mornings while listening to music. I created without pressure, and I made a connection to something larger than me without needing it to be capital-S Special.