Is living life spontaneously a sin?
For once, I told myself to be selfish. I became gentler with myself, ran at my own pace because life is not a race, and turned nonchalance towards things that do not concern me. Society constantly pushes us to strive for more—achieve this, acquire that—but I made the conscious choice to break away from that exhausting cycle.
It was peaceful. I stopped complaining about the minor inconveniences in my life and embraced each experience as an opportunity to grow. Every day became a lesson, every challenge, an open door.
However, people viewed it differently. In their narrative, I am lazy for moving at my own pace while others my age are achieving milestones left and right, plastering their accomplishments across social media. To them, I’m wasting time.
“Kung kaya nila, kaya mo rin.”
Yes, but why should I rush to meet their expectations? My time is yet to come. I have chosen to live a spontaneous, yet peaceful life—letting what is meant to happen, happen. I no longer see failures as setbacks but as lessons that guide me towards something greater. Isn’t that what life is truly about?
This is my life. I am meant to live it how I choose, not how others think I should. Is it a sin to live spontaneously when I have harmed no one? Is it wrong to prioritize my peace over someone else’s timeline?
If living freely, without anxiety over the future, makes me different—so be it. We all walk different paths. Just because I walk mine at a slower pace doesn’t mean I’m lost. In fact, I might just be exactly where I’m supposed to be.
