I found glitter in the comment section

I came across a video on TikTok recently.

The creator said: 
"I truly believe if you do good things, good things will come back to you. It will all work out. Even better than you can imagine right now. Everything is possible. Every single thing happens for a reason, and maybe right now you can't see the reason, but one day you will."

It was beautifully said. It inspired me to do better, think better, and act kinder. Then I went into the comment section.

Some people wrote:

"Not true."

"I believe this too."

"I did good things my whole life and still got treated badly."

"Always grateful."

"That's not how life works."

The comments were all over the place. And honestly, I think that's both the beauty and the ugliness of social media. Everyone gets a voice. Everyone gets to bring their own experiences into the conversation.

A single video can feel encouraging to one person and frustrating to another. One person watches it after receiving good news. Another watches it while going through the hardest season of their life. The message stays the same. The people don't.

I spent a little longer than usual looking out the window this morning.

For a moment, I found myself reading comment after comment, wondering who was right. The hopeful ones? Or the skeptical ones? Then I realised nobody was wrong. Every comment was simply a reflection of where that person currently stands in life.

The person who believes good things are coming may have experienced kindness that restored their faith. The person who disagrees may have been hurt too many times to believe it anymore. And both feelings are real.

That's what gave me glitters. Not the video itself. Not even the comments. But the reminder that every person is carrying a different story. 

Sometimes we forget that. We see one sentence online and assume everyone should feel the same way about it. But life doesn't work like that. We are all reading the same words through completely different lenses. That's why I try to be a little gentler these days. Because we never really know what chapter someone is currently living through.

Some people are in a season of abundance. Some people are surviving heartbreak. Some are celebrating. Some are grieving. And somehow, all of them end up in the same comment section. A place that often feels noisy and chaotic reminded me that every human being has their own version of the truth.

And maybe that's the lesson I was supposed to learn that day. Not whether good things always come back to good people. But that every opinion comes from a story we cannot see. And if we remember that, perhaps we can move through the world with a little more understanding.

That's the glitter I found today. It's something I want to carry with me a little more often. A reminder that not everyone sees the world the way I do, and that's okay.

And if you've made it this far, I hope this post encourages you to look at things from a different angle sometimes. We might not always agree with each other, but we can still try to understand where people are coming from. 
I believe the world can be a little softer if we choose curiosity before judgment.

Lots of glitter,
mageta .✦ ݁˖

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