mynamesearn

One day, I tried to open a jar of pickles. I was just standing there in the kitchen, twisting it with all my strength. I tried for almost ten minutes. I didn’t want anyone’s help because I really believed I could do it by myself. I kept thinking, “No, I don’t need anyone. I got this.”

But after a while, my hands hurt, and honestly, my pride hurt too. So, I gave up and walked to my dad and asked him to open it for me. He opened it easily, like it was nothing. I still remember I turned to my mom and joked, “Huh, I still need a man to open my jar.”

It was funny at the moment, but if I’m being honest, deep down it made me feel something. Like, maybe I didn’t want it to be true. Maybe I didn’t want to admit that sometimes I still needed my dad’s help. I think part of the reason why I didn’t like it was because I don’t really like my dad that much. And needing help from someone you have complicated feelings about? Yeah, it doesn’t feel great.

It wasn’t really that big of a deal. It was just a jar. But after that, I noticed something in me changed a little. I started thinking, “Okay, next time, I’m gonna find a way to open it by myself. I don’t want to need him for something so small like this.” Maybe I’m just stubborn. Or maybe deep down, I just really want to prove to myself that I can handle things alone.

Fast forward to recently, it happened again. Another jar. Same story. I tried to open it, couldn’t. I stood there struggling, being all dramatic about it again. Then I walked to the man in the house, asked for help, thinking, “Okay, maybe this time it’ll be easy.” But this time, even he couldn’t open it.

I thought, “Well, if he can’t open it either, then what now?” That’s when I grabbed a knife, stuck it under the lid, and tried to pry it open. I didn’t even know exactly what I was doing, but somehow it worked. The jar popped open. I couldn’t believe it.

After that, I tried again with another jar, just to be sure it wasn’t luck. And guess what? I opened it again by myself. It took a few minutes, but still, I did it. Now, honestly, I feel like I’m the king of opening jars. Like, seriously, give me a jar and watch me work.

And at the same time, something inside me was like, “Now I don’t need any man to help me with that.” And even though it sounds small, it felt like such a big relief. It was like a little confirmation that I really can do things on my own, even when before I wasn’t sure.

I know it’s such a small thing in daily life. It’s just a jar. But I feel like sometimes we’re so focused on big achievements and big goals that we miss how important small wins are too. Like, of course, I know I don’t need a man’s help for everything. I’ve always known that in theory. But before, deep down, maybe a tiny part of me still believed that sometimes I did.

Now? Not so much. Now I know if a jar is too tight, I just grab a knife and deal with it myself. And that’s actually a huge feeling. It’s not about jars. It’s about how you see yourself. It’s about knowing you’re capable.

I know some people reading this might think, “So you want to be left alone forever?” No, of course not… I’m not saying I want to be lonely or push everyone away. That’s not the point. What I’m saying is that it’s a really good feeling to know you can be okay on your own when you need to be. That’s all.

I think moments like this, the tiny random ones, are actually the ones that teach us a lot if we pay attention. Maybe all I’m trying to say is be present. Notice these little things. Don’t brush them off just because they seem small. They are not smaller than your future. They are part of it.

We all need to plan our future, of course. Having dreams, goals, and ideas for where we’re heading is important. But at the same time, life is not just about what’s next. It’s also about what’s happening right now.

When we think too much about the future, we miss the magic that’s in the middle of our ordinary days. Like today, I found out that I can open any jar by myself. Isn’t that amazing? Maybe it doesn’t sound that big to someone else, but for me, it’s a little proof that I’m stronger than I thought.

It’s moments like this that make me feel like life isn’t just about reaching big milestones. It’s about all the little wins along the way that tell you, “Hey, you’re doing great. Keep going.”

So yeah, that’s all I have to say today. Thanks for reading my random story about pickles and jars and life. I hope you notice something beautiful in your day too. And I hope you have a really, really good day. You deserve it.