What does the world owe you.... Week 276

Sometimes, I feel like the world owes me a fair chance not because I think I’m better than anyone else, but because I believe every human deserves the opportunity to thrive. I don’t expect life to be perfect or easy, but I do think it should be fair. If you work hard, stay honest, and keep pushing forward, then life should meet you halfway. But that’s not always how it works.

I’ve seen people get passed over for opportunities they worked for, simply because they didn’t have the right connection or background. I’ve experienced moments where I gave my all to something, yet didn’t see any result. It makes you wonder if life picks favorites. And in those moments, it’s hard not to feel like the world owes you a little more kindness.

There were times I sat quietly, wondering what else I could give, what else I could do to be seen, heard, or given the same chance others seem to receive without trying. I watched people take shortcuts and still end up ahead, while those who walked the honest road were barely noticed. That’s when the feeling grows, not necessarily of entitlement, but of longing. Longing for a world where effort counts, where sincerity is not mistaken for weakness, and where consistency is not overlooked.

Still, I’ve learned not to hold on to that feeling for too long. I remind myself that life isn’t always fair, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop trying. Maybe the world doesn’t owe me anything, but I owe it to myself to live with hope, to try again, and to believe that good things can still come, even if they’re delayed.

It’s in the quiet of disappointment that I’ve built the strongest version of myself. When no one was clapping, when nothing was changing, when it felt like my voice didn’t echo back, I kept going. I kept believing that my steps, no matter how slow, were taking me somewhere. That’s a kind of strength the world doesn’t teach you, you learn it when everything feels silent.

At the end of the day, I don’t want the world to give me something I haven’t earned. I don’t need riches handed to me or a shortcut to success. I just want the space to grow, to make mistakes, and to try again without being crushed by the weight of the system or expectations I didn’t create. That’s what I believe the world should offer all of us, space to grow and a fair chance to rise.

Because that’s all many of us really want. Not to be favored, but to be treated with dignity. Not to have everything, but to at least have the same starting line. The freedom to try, to fail, to rise again, and to be seen for who we truly are and what we honestly bring to the table.

So yes, if I could say the world owes me anything, I’d say it owes me and everyone fairness, respect, and the freedom to dream without fear. I may not always get it, but I’ll keep showing up with the hope that one day, the world will meet me where I am, not with handouts, but with open doors. And when it does, I’ll walk through with my head held high, knowing I waited, worked, and believed, even when it wasn’t easy.