Goodbye My Friends?

Lately, I’ve been thinking that maybe I’ve reached that stage of life where being alone feels like a luxury. Not in a sad or dramatic way — just in a way that finally makes sense.

I realised I haven’t been reaching out to my friends as much these days. And honestly? I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent so many years checking in on everyone else that I forgot to check in on myself. Maybe life just got louder. Maybe I got tired. Or maybe I’m simply craving my own presence for once.

And I’m genuinely okay if my friends don’t reach out to me as often too. We’re all adults now, navigating our own storms, routines, and silent battles. I know everyone has something going on — so how could I ever hold that against them? In fact, accepting this has made me realise how comforting it is to just be with me. To sit in my own little bubble and breathe.

Of course, it gets tough sometimes. Especially when the work stress hits like a sudden wave and you just want to rant to someone who understands. Those moments can be lonely. But even then, I’m learning to hold space for myself — maybe for the first time in a long time.

This isn’t a goodbye to my friends. Not even close. It’s just an apology if I’m quieter now, if I don’t text first as much, or if I disappear into my own world for a while. Life feels heavy, but I promise my heart is still open. And if you ever need someone to listen — to rant, cry, complain, or just sit in silence — I’m here. Always.

With that said, I hope life treats all of us gently. I hope things go as smoothly as butter from here on out — soft, steady, and kind.