mynamesearn

I just shared a post on my IG story that said: “Move like everything is gonna work out because it is.” And I just said, hell yeah. Because sometimes you see something so simple, so obvious, and it still feels like a little wake-up call.

We are living in this fucking world for a reason. I don’t think our wants, our desires, our daydreams just appear in our heads randomly. The things we feel pulled toward are clues. The life you imagine, the career you want, the relationship you crave, even the version of yourself you keep picturing, if those weren’t meant for you, why would they live in your mind?

I really believe that if you want something deeply, you need to do it. That want is tied to your purpose in a way you can’t ignore. And of course, life doesn’t hand it to you neatly wrapped with a bow. Not everyone gets everything they want right away. Life is full of obstacles. 

Some people are born with advantages, money, connections, opportunities, and some people are not. But that doesn’t mean the door is closed to you. It just means your path looks different. Slower, maybe. Messier, probably. But still yours.

One thing I’ve realized is that we don’t all want the same things, and that’s not random. That’s alignment. Not everyone dreams of being famous, or rich, or a parent, or a CEO, or a world traveler. Some people just want a quiet life with their garden and their dog. Some people want to build empires. Some want art, others want family, others want freedom. And none of those are wrong.

We’re supposed to want different things. If everyone wanted the exact same life, this world wouldn’t function. That difference, those unique sparks in us, is how we end up building something bigger together.

Another thing I’ve been sitting with lately is how to live alongside people who don’t share your opinions. I used to think, “If you don’t vibe with me, cool, goodbye.” End of story. But lately I’ve been realizing it doesn’t have to be so black and white. We can disagree and still respect each other. We can even have good conversations.

I don’t have to get mad every time someone says something I don’t like. I can just listen, try to understand where they’re coming from, and not let it shake me. As long as I don’t bend myself out of shape just to please them, it’s fine. I don’t need to hate people just because they see things differently.

At the end of the day, we’re all just figuring shit out in our own way. And yes, people will get it wrong sometimes. They’ll say things that land badly. They’ll make mistakes. But if I approach people with more openness and less judgment, life feels lighter. And I need that lightness.

That doesn’t mean I let everyone in. There are harmful, hateful people out there. I don’t owe them my empathy or understanding. But for the majority of people? They’re just humans trying to make sense of the same confusing world I’m in.

So yeah, back to that post: “Move like everything is gonna work out because it is.” I stand by that with my whole chest. Because honestly, it would be so insane to believe my life wouldn’t work out. Look at me. I’m smart. I’m hot. I’m funny. And I know that attractive people are magnetic enough to pull the right things in.

Now, let me break something down: beauty and hotness are not the same thing. People confuse them all the time, but they live in two completely different categories. You can be the most beautiful person in the room. Perfect face, perfect body, everyone stops and stares when you walk in. But if your personality doesn’t spark? If you don’t have that little edge, that confidence, that charm? Sorry, you’re not hot.

On the other hand, you can be someone who isn’t “traditionally beautiful” at all, but the way you laugh, the way you move, the way you look at people, it makes you magnetic. That’s hot. That’s attractive. That’s what people remember when they leave the room.

And beauty itself is subjective. Everyone has a type. Everyone has their own preference. Which means, technically, everyone is beautiful in their own way. For me, I’ve reached a point where I don’t even feel bad if someone doesn’t fancy me or doesn’t think I’m beautiful. That doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful, it just means I’m not their beautiful. And honestly, I’m okay with that. I don’t need to be everyone’s type.

For me, hotness is presence. It’s the way someone carries themselves. It’s their personality, their humor, the way they make people feel. You can be gorgeous, but if you’re dull, insecure, or mean, it’s just… not hot. And you can be unconventional-looking, but if you know who the fuck you are, if you’re alive in your body, kind to people, unapologetic in your vibe, you’re hot.

And me? I know I’m hot. Not the most beautiful person in the world, sure, but hot. Because I know my presence. I know how I carry myself. And I know that kind of attractiveness pulls the right things in. Which is exactly why my life will work out. Like, if you’re hot, why the fuck wouldn’t you make it?

But of course, I’m not blind. I know there are a lot of hot and beautiful people who don’t “make it” in the way they dream of. But I also believe they can. If they’re willing to put in the effort and keep their mental health in check, if they’re willing to face their shadows instead of running from them, eventually it comes together. Hotness isn’t just about a look, it’s an energy. And energy doesn’t lie.

That’s why mental health matters so much. You can have all the looks, the charm, the talent, but if your mind is drowning in self-doubt or spiraling in fear, that energy leaks out. People feel it. Opportunities slip by because deep down, you don’t feel worthy of them. And I’ve been there. I’ve had moments where I felt too heavy for my own body, where my thoughts told me I wasn’t enough. And in those times, nothing flowed. Nothing clicked.

But when you do the work, when you sit with yourself, heal your patterns, talk back to the voice in your head that tells you you’re not shit, that’s when things start shifting. That’s when hotness really shows up. Because hotness isn’t perfection. It’s alignment. It’s knowing who the fuck you are, even on the days you’re tired, messy, or unsure. Once you start doing the inner work, once you start getting your energy right, the outside world starts matching you. And it doesn’t matter if it takes a year or ten, because eventually it clicks.

So why should I spend my time thinking about the worst that could happen? Why should I keep spiraling into all the “what ifs” that don’t serve me? Why not believe in the best? Why not believe that the thoughts, desires, and visions in my head are there for a reason, and they’re already on their way to me?

Because they are. And until they arrive, I’ll keep moving like everything is gonna work out. Because it is.