You ever notice how everyone wants to be understood but nobody wants to be predictable?
We crave depth. Connection. Someone who really gets us.
But the moment someone thinks they’ve figured us out? We resist it. We pivot. We show them a different side.
“I’m not who you think I am.”
Why is that?
I think it’s because being understood feels like being trapped in amber. Beautiful, maybe. But frozen.
We want to be known, but we also want to remain a mystery, even to ourselves.
The paradox is this: you can’t actually grow if you’re always performing unpredictability. That’s just another cage.
Real freedom isn’t being random. It’s being so grounded in who you are that other people’s perception of you becomes irrelevant.
Most people spend their whole lives shapeshifting for an audience that isn’t even paying attention.
They’re terrified of being “figured out” because deep down they haven’t figured themselves out yet.
So they stay in motion. Never landing. Never committing. Never becoming.
But here’s what I learned: the people worth knowing don’t want to solve you like a puzzle.
They want to witness you becoming more of who you already are.
And that only happens when you stop running from your own definition.
You want to be free? Stop being afraid of being known.
