Start here: with the weight you carry, the quiet call within, and the truth waiting patiently beneath it all.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
We’ve built our world inside a tiny box. We call it progress — this civilization of economies, technologies, treaties, and trade. We’ve been sold the idea that this box defines who we are, what we’re worth, and what we’re meant to do. But this box is not the whole world. It’s not even close.
There’s a quiet chaos within each of us — a web of contradictions and untold stories. It’s often in the spaces between those contradictions that we begin to understand ourselves. We wear our wounds like badges, but it’s in their unraveling that we find the thread of who we truly are.
There’s a space within each of us, quiet and still, where everything we’ve ever sought resides. It’s easy to overlook, buried beneath layers of noise and distraction, but it’s always there — waiting, patient, like the pulse of the earth beneath our feet. We wander far, we search wide, but the greatest journey is the one within.
Life offers itself to us in whispers and storms, in ripe fruit and empty branches. The journey inward — where truth, love, and the essence of who we are resides — often begins only when we stop reaching for what isn’t ready and allow ourselves to simply be.