I’ve been questioning my reality a lot lately.
Not in a dramatic way. Just in this quiet, constant way where things don’t fully line up, and I can’t tell if that’s normal or if I’m the only one noticing it.
There’s so much happening—so many opinions, so many extremes—and everyone around me seems… calm. Or certain. And I don’t feel that way.
It makes me feel a little off. Like I’m missing something. Or maybe like I’m seeing something I’m not supposed to.
Or maybe I’m just overthinking it.
I don’t know.
I was raised in an environment that encouraged questioning things. Critical thinking, avoiding absolutes, not just accepting something because it’s said confidently. And I’m grateful for that.
But what’s been harder is realizing that questioning is only comfortable when it stays within certain boundaries.
When I started questioning things that sit underneath those boundaries—the shared foundation—it didn’t feel the same.
It went from being encouraged to being dismissed.
From “think for yourself” to “you’re not doing enough research.”
From curiosity to concern.
And maybe some of that is fair. I know I can fixate. ADHD does that. My brain latches onto something and wants to understand it from every angle.
But it’s always going to be something.
So I don’t really see the harm in learning how to think more deeply. In researching. In being open to ideas that don’t immediately fit into what I already believe.
Not everything is right. Not everything is worth entertaining. I get that.
But if we shut things down the second they make us uncomfortable, we don’t leave any space for actual understanding.
And I keep thinking about how everything that works—really works—has some kind of balance.
In nature, in ecosystems, in anything that’s meant to last.
Nothing exists in isolation. Everything depends on something else that’s different from it.
And when something takes over completely—when there’s no balance—it stops working. It becomes hostile. Things start to fall apart.
I don’t think humans are separate from that.
I think we like to believe we are, but we’re not.
There will always be outliers. There will always be ideas that feel too far, too extreme, or outside what we consider acceptable.
And some of those things do need boundaries. Systems. Protection.
But not everything that challenges us is dangerous.
If we treat it that way, we slowly lose the ability to exist with anything that doesn’t perfectly align with us.
And that doesn’t create safety. It creates fragility.
I think what’s getting harder is that it feels like the middle is disappearing.
Like everything is pulling in opposite directions, and instead of finding balance, we just keep moving further apart.
And I don’t even know what we’re all fighting for anymore.
It feels like we jump from one thing to the next, arguing until there’s no resolution, and then moving on before anything is actually understood.
And every time that happens, the space in the middle gets smaller.
Until it feels like you’re trying to stand somewhere that barely exists.
I don’t have answers.
I don’t even know if I’m thinking about this the “right” way.
But I do believe in balance.
In the idea that no single person, belief, or system can hold everything together on its own.
That it has to be something we participate in. Something we maintain, even when it’s uncomfortable.
Even when we don’t agree.
Even when it would be easier to just pick a side and stay there.
Because I think the only real common ground we have is that we’re all here.
All human. All shaped by different experiences, different environments, different ways of seeing things.
And maybe the point isn’t to eliminate that.
Maybe it’s to learn how to exist with it.
To adjust. To listen. To hold some kind of center, even when everything around it feels like it’s pulling apart.
I don’t know.
I just have a hard time believing that harmony comes from everyone thinking the same thing.
It feels more like something you have to actively keep in tune.
And I’m not sure we’re doing that right now.
Just keep swimming. xx Littlefish