If you have friends from post-Soviet countries, you’ve probably noticed: they’re not exactly the cheeriest people. A little gloomy, a little depressed.
Well — that’s me. And all of my friends from that side of the world too. And I’ve noticed one common thread: we don’t really know how to feel joy. We don’t know how to truly enjoy things. We’re constantly looking for a flaw, for what’s wrong. As if nothing can simply be good or perfect — we’ll always find some tiny “imperfection” and start picking at it.
We don’t celebrate our achievements, we can’t praise ourselves, we don’t even notice in the moment when something turns out well. Because there’s always that inner sense of being “not enough.”
Not thin enough. Not professional enough. Not young enough. Not successful enough.
We’ve gotten so used to living in our sorrows that we don’t see where we are now, or how beautiful the world around us actually is. We keep running forward, and even when life is changing for the better, we’re still mourning, still pitying ourselves, still stuck in the victim role.
Why is that? Why us, Slavs?
Why are our women some of the most beautiful, yet carry the lowest self-esteem (men, take note!)?
Why do photographers who create masterpieces call themselves “not professional”?
Why do we zoom in on the negative and overlook the positive? Why is it so easy to sink into the swamp of self-blame and so hard to crawl back out?
We chase the ideal so much that we forget to enjoy the process, the little steps, the small wins. We don’t even notice them — because there’s always something “more important” ahead.
I’d like to think it’s just a certain “type of person”… but so far, I haven’t seen this pattern as much among Europeans.
Please tell me — we’re not the only ones who feel “not enough,” right?
natureman
2025-09-07 20:17:32 +0000 UTCSendrock
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