Let’s talk about proximity.
Not location.
Not convenience.
Not who’s been around the longest.
I’m talking about who gets access to you.
Because there’s a huge difference between people who want more for you and people who want more from you—and confusing the two will drain you faster than a phone with 2% battery and no charger in sight.
People who want more from you usually come with expectations:
Your time, but not your rest
Your loyalty, but not your protection
Your effort, but not your support
Your energy, but somehow never theirs
They clap when you’re useful.
They vanish when you need anything.
And suddenly, you’re “different” when you start setting boundaries.
Funny how that works.
Now let’s talk about the rare ones—the ones who want more for you.
These people:
Celebrate your wins like they’re personal victories
Push you toward growth even when it outgrows them
Respect your “no” without demanding a TED Talk
Don’t compete with you, compare with you, or quietly resent you
They don’t need to dim your light to feel bright.
They don’t ask you to shrink so they can feel secure.
And they don’t guilt you for choosing yourself.
Wild concept, right?
Here’s the savage truth nobody warns you about:
When you start surrounding yourself with people who want more for you, you’ll notice how loud the takers get on their way out.
They’ll call you selfish.
Distant.
Changed.
No—you just stopped over-giving to under-qualified people.
Growth has a funny way of changing the guest list.
And peace? Peace is very selective.
So if you’re feeling tired, resentful, or constantly pouring into cups that never seem full, take a look around.
Not everyone deserves front-row access to your life.
Stay close to the people who:
Want your elevation, not your exhaustion
Want your happiness, not your sacrifice
Want to see you win—even if it means you outgrow the room
Because real support doesn’t feel like a transaction.
It feels like alignment.
And once you experience that?
You’ll never confuse access with love again.
Nothing personal.
Just better standards.

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