At first, being a passenger princess sounds dreamy. Someone else drives, plans, and leads while you coast. But over time, the sparkle fades.
You start to realize you’re not steering your own life. Decisions are made without you. you go along with the plans that don’t feel right. Comfort becomes complacency. and slowly, you start to forget what it feels like to be in control.
When you’re always the passenger, your voice can get quiet. Your instincts dull. You wait for permission instead of paving your own way. The ride seems easy. Deep down, there is an ache. There’s a longing to grab the wheel, to feel the road, to choose your own direction.
Being a passenger princess feels safe, but safety isn’t the same as fulfillment.At some point, you have to ask yourself: am I living, or am I just being driven through life?
being a passenger princess is fun, until you realize you’re not just out of the drivers seat, you’re not in control of your own life ~ making of a minimalist
I totally agree. Sometimes what seems easy is just another way to keep you docile and distracted from what’s really going on around you.
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