Over Time, I Realized: Not Everyone Deserves an Explanation

You don’t owe anyone explanations—especially those who refuse to listen.
With time comes not just experience but also silence.
Not the kind outside—but the one within. The kind that grows after countless conversations that changed nothing.
After hundreds of words shattered against a deafening *”I know better.”*
I used to try to explain myself to everyone.
Explain why I acted that way. Why I felt that way. Why I couldn’t endure anymore.
Why I left. Why I stayed. Why I’m silent. Why I speak.
I believed that if I was honest—they’d understand. If I was sincere—they wouldn’t judge.
But the truth is: not everyone wants to understand.
🎭 They aren’t interested in your essence—they prefer their own version of you
Some people hold an image in their minds, one they’ve painted themselves.
In it, you’re selfish. Or too emotional. Or wrong. Or guilty.
And no amount of *”but,”* *”actually,”* or *”I felt differently”* will break through that filter.
You explain—once, twice, ten times.
And each time, it’s like talking to a wall.
And each time, your heart bleeds.
Then comes the moment when you… stop.
Not out of indifference, but out of wisdom.
🔇 Silence isn’t always weakness
This isn’t surrender.
It’s refusing to fight for the right to be heard where no one truly listens.
It’s about protecting yourself.
Because your strength is too precious to waste proving the obvious to those who’ve already made up their minds.
Because your heart deserves tenderness, not justifications.
🪞 What matters most is this—you know who you are
Sometimes, that’s the only thing that counts.
Not their versions. Not rumors. Not half-truths. Not distorted words spoken in anger.
But your own wholeness. Your truth. Your path.
🌿 In the end
You don’t owe every person an explanation.
You aren’t guilty for your pain, your boundaries, your choices.
You have every right to stay silent—where your soul no longer wants to scream into the void.
Explain only to those who ask to understand.
Speak to those who listen with their hearts.
And allow yourself silence—without guilt.
Because in that silence, a new you is born.
Strong. Tender. And free.