The Age Of Regeneration Has Begun
Can you feel it in the air?
Across industries and communities, people are beginning to understand that sustainability was never the destination. It was a bridge.
I didn’t realise that each time I tried to climb toward something bigger, unseen hands were reaching up to grab my legs and pull me back down. It is an old image, one that appears in different cultures in different ways. In Russia, they say, “Where you were born is where you will be useful. Don’t try to escape.” That saying always lingered in the back of my mind, as if ambition itself was a form of betrayal.
I remember the moment I began to question it. I would watch others accept the rhythm of life as if there was nothing more to expect. Work, sleep, repeat. Conversations full of small complaints and shallow dreams. I hated it. I kept asking myself, is this really it? Is this all life has to offer? Somewhere deep inside, I knew I wanted more. So I started to take my first hesitant steps toward that “more.” I didn’t have a fully formed plan. I simply decided that I could not keep living on autopilot.
The reaction was not what I expected. At first, my friends and colleagues grew quiet. They watched. They ignored what I was doing while secretly paying close attention. They visited my pages without liking a single post, as if to make sure I would not be encouraged. It felt like they were waiting for me to fail. I could almost hear their unspoken questions. Who does she think she is? Let’s see how long this lasts. Let’s see if she actually makes it.
I told myself not to take it personally. I believed that if I worked hard enough, if I gave them time, they would eventually come around. I imagined that one day they would see the value of what I was building and support me. That moment never came. Looking back, it seems obvious, but at the time it took years for me to understand that those I considered friends were never truly friends at all. They were haters in disguise, uncomfortable with my ambition, unsettled by my difference. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to fit in. It didn’t matter if I was struggling financially or feeling lost. Even when I was simply living my life with a bit of lightness, they resented it. They resented me.
The real turning point came when I began working on my magazine. I decided to enter a period of isolation, not out of bitterness but out of necessity. I needed to be absolutely clear about where I wanted to go and how to get there. I made a deliberate choice not to talk about it with anyone. I didn’t ask for opinions or seek approval. For the first time, I decided that my idea was good simply because I believed in it. That was the game-changer.
The days were long and the nights were longer. I worked hard, slept little, and my phone remained silent. But in that silence, something remarkable happened. The noise faded, and what remained was my own voice. Without the constant need to explain myself, I began to trust my vision more deeply. I no longer looked outward for validation. I looked inward for direction.
During that time of voluntary retreat, something else happened that I did not expect. Real friendship appeared. I was not searching for it. It emerged naturally. Two women entered my life, and one of them, Claudia, became a kind of anchor. She lived next door, having just moved in with her husband and three children. Normally, I keep my distance from neighbours. It is a habit I learned growing up, a way of staying safe. But Claudia was different. She knocked on my door every day, always with a broad smile and contagious good energy.
I never called her. I never asked her to come. I barely had time to respond. But she showed up anyway. Whether I opened the door laughing or crying, dressed up or unkempt, she was simply there. No judgment, no expectations, no subtle competition. Just presence. For the first time in my life, I experienced what real friendship feels like. It wasn’t earned through performance or persuasion. It didn’t require strategic silence or careful self-editing. It just existed.
Eventually, I shared my big plans with her. She listened, nodded, and said, “You’ll make it, girl. If anyone can do it, it’s you.” There was no envy in her voice, no hidden hesitation. Only belief. That simple sentence gave me more strength than a hundred hollow compliments ever could. Even now, though she has moved to a bigger house, she remains just a call away. We still meet for coffee, share everything, laugh until our stomachs hurt, and sometimes cry together.
Looking back, that period of isolation taught me a profound lesson. When you dare to step back and focus on your life, when you allow yourself to sit in uncertainty, even when the world feels chaotic, something shifts. At first, it can feel terrifying. The silence is loud. The flames of external drama burn brightly, and you might be tempted to run back into the noise. But if you stay still long enough, if you let the fire burn without trying to control it, a hand will eventually reach through the smoke. That hand will belong to someone real.
True friendship does not need convincing. It does not require explanation. It does not hide in the shadows waiting for you to fall. It shows up, quietly and consistently. It encourages without competition. It stands beside you without asking you to prove yourself. Once you experience that, you begin to see everything more clearly. You stop mistaking envy for interest, politeness for loyalty, and familiarity for love.
The truth is that haters reveal themselves not through grand betrayals but through small patterns of absence, silence, and subtle resistance. Real friends reveal themselves in the opposite way, through quiet presence, trust, and support that expects nothing in return.
Isolation was never about loneliness for me. It was about clarity. It was about choosing to step out of the crab bucket and see who would try to pull me back and who would stand outside waiting to help me climb higher. That single choice changed everything.
In the end, learning to spot haters is less about confrontation and more about observation. It is about noticing who celebrates your growth, who stays silent, and who quietly undermines. It is about recognising that not everyone around you is meant to come along on your journey. Some are meant to teach you how to let go. Others are meant to walk beside you.
And when you finally make peace with that, you stop begging for support from those who secretly hope you will fail. You stop dimming your light to make others comfortable. You stop climbing back into the bucket.
You rise. And when you rise, the real ones rise with you.