Life is too short to carry people who weigh down your soul. I have learned the hard way that not everyone deserves a seat at my table, or even a whisper in my thoughts. Lately, I have become a curator of my own life. Deliberate, selective, and fiercely unapologetic.
Some people earn a place in my circle, those few who sparkle with authenticity, loyalty, and a kind of energy that elevates instead of drains. Some quietly slip into my heart, rare gems whose presence feels like a homecoming. And then… there is the majority. The ones whose chaos, lies, or indifference have shown their true colors. They are exactly where they belong, outside my life, no breadcrumbs, no explanations, no “maybe later.”
I have stopped apologising for this. Life does not owe anyone an audience, your energy is a currency, and I am done giving it to the bankrupt. Putting people where they belong is not cruelty, it is clarity. It is freedom. It is honoring your own worth while quietly letting the world sort itself out.
And here is the fun part, the higher I rise, the smaller the crowd becomes. The noise fades. The distractions vanish. What remains is real, golden, and mine to cherish. Everyone else?
Their absence is not a loss. It is a luxury.
Because, darling, not everyone gets a spot in your life. Some get a glance. Some get a chapter. And the rest… well, they get the exit. And I have never felt more alive taking out the trash and clutter that have taken up rent free space.