The peace of being no one

I Am No One, and I’m Okay With That

If I vanished today, I’d be a speck. A flicker. A memory to only a few.

We talk a lot about legacy and purpose, how to leave our mark, how to be remembered. And sure, chasing purpose can lead to beautiful things. But when I really sit with it, I come back to this:

Who will you be once you’re gone?

A name people speak of? Or just a soft imprint on a handful of hearts?

Saying “I am no one” might sound confronting in a world obsessed with identity and self promotion. It gets tangled up with weakness, or giving up. But that’s not what it means to me.

For me, “I am no one” is freedom.

It means I’m no longer performing. I’m no longer seeking proof that I matter. I’m no longer dressing myself in achievements, stuff, or social validation just to feel whole.

In fact, the less I have the more peace I feel. The less I carry the closer I come to who I really am.

I’ve been slowly shedding: Things I thought I needed. Pressures I thought I had to live up to. Versions of myself I thought would finally be "enough."

I’m letting go of the noise. And in that silence, I’ve found truth.

And let’s be clear, this isn’t about disappearing. I still run a business. I still post. I still show up. But I’m no longer tied to the outcome.

I’m not here to be someone in the eyes of the world. I’m here to be me, quietly, fully, honestly.

So yes — I am no one. And that feels like everything.