Let’s talk about the days that didn’t go well—the ones we scroll past in our memories, the ones we bury beneath our curated smiles and polished captions. Those days that didn’t make it to the family WhatsApp group, the vision board, or even our personal journals because they didn’t fit the “I’m doing fine” narrative.
We all have them.
But we don’t talk about them.
Not enough.
We live in a world that loves highlight reels—where joy gets a front-row seat and struggle is ushered to the back door. A world that says, “Show us your wins,” but whispers, “Hide your wounds.”
But what if we paused for a moment to admit:
Not all our prayers get answered.
Not every ambition turns into achievement.
Not every day is wrapped in light.
Sometimes, we fall.
Sometimes, we lie.
Sometimes, we are the villain in someone else’s story.
Sometimes, we do the exact thing we publicly condemned someone else for.
Yes, the cobwebs.
The spiritual stains and emotional clutter.
The thoughts we’d never dare say aloud.
The habits we criticize in others but secretly dance with when no one is watching.
The hypocrisy we wear like perfume—hoping no one smells what’s underneath.
We are quick to post #MondayMotivation and slow to admit we cried ourselves to sleep on Sunday night.
We celebrate others falling so we feel better about standing.
We preach forgiveness, but harbor old grudges like treasured antiques.
We condemn a thief but cheat with our taxes.
We post about purity but clear our browser histories in guilt.
And the most painful part?
We rarely create safe spaces for truth—raw, messy, unfiltered truth.
We say “nobody is perfect,” but act like we are.
We judge others for their downfalls, yet panic when our own skeletons threaten to peek out.
But here’s the shift we need:
What if we normalized imperfection?
What if we extended the same grace we demand?
What if we celebrated growth just as much as perfection?
Let’s make peace with the truth that we are complex.
That good people make bad decisions.
That strong people get weak sometimes.
That healing takes time.
That faith can wobble.
That even the most confident smile can mask a sea of shame.
This is not a call to glorify failure—but to acknowledge humanity.
To say, “Yes, I messed up—but I’m learning.”
To admit, “That day didn’t go well—but I got up anyway.”
To understand that we are all flawed mosaics—cracked, but not broken.
Wounded, but still worthy.
So today, I dare you to be honest.
Not just with the world, but with yourself.
Sit with your own shadows.
Forgive your past self.
Confront the part of you that wears a mask.
Then take it off—and breathe.
Because healing begins when we stop pretending.
And if no one’s told you lately, then please let me remind you:
Your worst day does not define you.
Your cobwebs do not disqualify your crown.
You are allowed to outgrow your shame.
You are allowed to be both a work in progress and a masterpiece at the same time.
So the next time you scroll through someone else’s success story, remember:
There are unspoken chapters in every timeline.
There are silent battles behind every “I’m fine.”
And yes—we all have days that didn’t go well.
Let’s just stop pretending we don’t.
#Puobabangna
By Victor Raul Puobabangna Plance from Eggu in the Upper West Region of Ghana
By Victor Raul Puobabangna Plance
