We’re living in a world where opportunities don’t come as easily as they used to. Even after we’ve spent years and years, honing our skills, obtaining enough credibility in order to chase our dreams, it can still feel out of reach. No matter how hard we try, it can feel as if, somehow, we’ve hardly even begun. These days, no matter how hard we work or how driven we are, it often isn’t enough. Potential alone doesn’t open doors, not without the right opportunities. And those opportunities aren’t as accessible as they used to be. It’s not like before, when effort felt like it would eventually pay off. Now, without the right timing, the right connections or the right circumstances, even the most capable and talented people can end up stuck waiting by the door, unheard and unseen. Lately, I’ve been working from home more. It’s simply easier for me to write here, in a space that’s quiet, familiar and mine. So I’d stay in and I’d write. But spending more time at home has made me notice things I hadn’t really paid attention to, in years. Like the old photo albums my mom brought over from my grandma’s house. The notebooks and the textbooks from school, still filled with doodles and scattered thoughts. A file of certificates I earned throughout my academic years. And in the garage, the trophies, now gathering dusts, that held some of my proudest memories. It made me realize just how hard I had worked for them all. How much I’ve sacrificed my time, sleep and even the small parts of myself just to earn the right to have them. Because back then, they meant everything. A blatant proof that I was heading somewhere. Seeing them now, though, when I’m now right back where I’ve started, it fills me with a strange kind of pride that was mixed with both silence and sadness. I had so much to give, and still do, but at the end of the day, compared to the others around me, I have so much more little to show.
Am I now, in my adult life, just experiencing academic burnout? Is it normal to feel this lost, like I’m not where I’m supposed to be? One thing I’ve noticed, for those who are like me, is that we grew up with a constant need to prove ourselves. Whether to our parents, our peers or even to our own expectations. We placed so much pressure on our shoulders because we were told that if we worked hard, earned good grades and collected enough awards, our future would be secure. But here’s the truth: those promises came from people who lived in a very different world. They came from a time when hard work alone truly paid off. A world where online job applications, AI, social media nor the internet had existed. So it’s no wonder, that the advice they instilled in us doesn’t seem to work the same way anymore. Today, success isn’t just about hard work. It’s about creativity, adaptability, and knowing how to recognize and seize the right opportunities. And here’s what many from the older generations don’t quite understand: these things take time. We’re no longer living in an age where you could still work a stable 9-to-5, settle down and call that a success. Not when even big companies collapse and people are underpaid for the amount of work that they do. The old model simply doesn’t fit everyone anymore. If we want savings, assets and the chance to retire comfortably, our generation has to be smarter, more resourceful and endlessly creative. While others moved forward, building their lives piece by piece, I often felt stuck in place. Constantly forced to start over, again and again, from nothing. I worked hard, knocked on every door that came my way, but more often than not, those doors stayed shut. No one really talks about the mental and emotional toll it takes. What it feels like to come from such a bright, academic past, only to grow into an adult who feels invisible. All those years of effort, recognition, all that promise. All those achievements you once took pride in, suddenly seem to mean nothing. I have so much to give. I can feel it brimming beneath my skin, and yet, nothing truly promising ever comes to fruition. While other seem to have reached their goals, I often find myself still sitting on the ground, trying to figure out which direction to take next.
Sometimes I even ask myself, “Am I stupid?” Am I really that incapable, that every door I try to open closes in my face? Am I really that unremarkable, that people can look past my work no matter how much heart and soul I’ve poured into it? Am I truly that undeserving, that despite all my achievements, no one is willing to give me the chance to prove myself? It’s important to note that it was never because we’re stupid. It’s just that the world has changed, faster than anyone could’ve prepared us for. It’s not about being undeserving, but about trying to bloom in soil that keeps shifting beneath our feet. We were told to follow the rules, but the same rules no longer apply. And somehow, we’re expected to build a new path while still mourning the one we were promised. This, is not anyone’s fault. I’m beginning to realize that success doesn’t always arrive wrapped in recognition or stability. Sometimes, it comes quietly in the from of persistence, in the lessons learned from the closed doors that we tried to open. In the strength it takes to keep going, despite it all. Maybe, that the kind of success our generation is meant to know: one that isn’t loud, but deeply human. So yes, I may not have much to show yet, but at the very least, I still have so much to give. The fire hasn’t gone out yet. It’s just waiting for the right moment, the right place, to catch and grow. And until then, I’ll have to keep going. Not because I’m certain of where I’m headed, but because I owe it to that younger version of myself, who once believed that she could. Maybe that’s the thing about growing up. We spend years, trying to live up to who we are, who we thought we’d become, only to realize that life isn’t a straight line, but a series of pauses and redirections. And maybe, just maybe, being lost doesn’t that we’ve failed. It just means that we’re still searching, still daring to hope, believing that one day, all this effort, all this heart, will find its way home. Keep fighting, guys! Sincerely, Cherie. The Whiffler is free today. But if you enjoyed this post, you can tell The Whiffler that their writing is valuable by pledging a future subscription. You won't be charged unless they enable payments.
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Tuesday, 14 October 2025
So Much to Give, But So Little to Show.
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