“Life Is Like a Messy Bun – Somehow Holding It All Together”

The Messy Bun Phase of Life

Life doesn't always arrive neatly packed with instructions. Most days, it’s more like a messy bun — somehow holding itself together when it’s clearly all over the place. You didn’t plan the frizz, the uneven twist, or the extra pin that’s stabbing your scalp. But you keep going, because that’s what we do — we keep going.

Every morning, you wake up with a hope that today will be different. But before you even roll out of bed, your brain reminds you of all the tabs that are already open — deadlines, unread messages, unpaid bills, emotional confusion, and what to eat for lunch. The day hasn’t started, but the anxiety already has.

Still, in between all this, you find peace in the tiniest things. That first sip of coffee, that one playlist that hits differently on a bad day, your mom checking in with a plate of food when you haven’t asked, or that random reel that makes you laugh for no reason. Somehow, these small things feel bigger than your big problems.

At home, your mom scolds you like you're still in 6th grade, but she also folds your clothes without saying anything. Your dad acts like a silent guardian, fixing switches, paying bills — all without ever actually saying “I care.” Your grandparents do slow laps around the house and their chants make your chaotic house feel like a temple. And you realise, home is not a place, it’s a feeling — loud, imperfect, but yours.

Outside that home, you try adulting — budgeting money you don’t have, managing emotions you don’t understand, and answering emails you don’t want to open. You laugh in public, cry in private, post stories of coffee like it’s a personality, and tell your friends “I’m fine” even when you’re hanging on by one noodle.

But even in the chaos, you learn. You learn to find joy in rainy evenings, to romanticize your solo grocery trips, to talk to yourself like a best friend when nobody else gets it. You learn that it’s okay not to have a five-year plan, that healing isn’t linear, and that just showing up is sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do.

And when it all gets too much? You pull your hair back, tie it in a messy bun, and whisper, “One more day.”

That’s where the power lies — not in perfection, but in persistence.