we believed it so deeply that we stopped noticing anything else.

even though…

on so many days, the sky is gray.

or pink.

or orange.

or stormy.

or black.

scientifically, the sky is only “blue” about 25–40% of the time, depending on where you live.

Yet if you ask almost anyone, they will describe the sky as blue — instinctively, automatically — because that’s what they were taught to see.

and this is exactly how belief works.

once a belief is installed, your mind starts scanning the world for evidence to match it.

not because your brain wants to lie to you — but because it wants to be efficient.

it filters reality to keep your experience consistent with what you already believe.

if you believe the sky is blue, you’ll notice every blue sky.

you’ll forget the gray ones, or dismiss the pink ones as “special occasions.”

you’ll unconsciously filter out the evidence that doesn’t match the narrative.

and it doesn’t stop with the sky.

if you believe love is scarce,

your brain will highlight every rejection, every ghosted text, every lonely evening — and quietly skip over the tiny moments where love was offered.

if you believe men are unsafe,

your brain will store every story of harm and betrayal — and diminish the examples of gentleness, accountability, care.

if you believe you are not enough,

your brain will replay every failure, every criticism, every slight — while barely registering the moments you were deeply seen, celebrated, loved.

this isn’t because you’re broken.

It’s because your mind is working exactly as designed.

the brain isn’t searching for the objective truth.

it’s searching for confirmation.

the sky was never only blue.

and maybe… your life isn’t only what you once believed it to be, either.

maybe love is closer than you think.

maybe safety exists in places you haven’t yet dared to look.

maybe you are enough — and the evidence has been there all along, waiting for you to believe it.

the sky shifts colors a thousand times without asking for your permission.

you are allowed to shift too.

you are allowed to update what you believe about yourself.

you are allowed to see new things.

you are allowed to live in a different story than the one you were handed.

today, maybe the sky is gray.

maybe it’s pink.

maybe it’s the softest blue you’ve ever seen.

whatever it is — it’s real.

and it’s enough.

just like you.