Reverence can quietly become self-erasure. When admiration turns into kneeling, something essential is misplaced. This reflection questions our habit of sanctifying the past — and asks what it would mean to remember ourselves instead.
Category: Journal Entries
thoughts, ponderings, experiences and lessons learned. or, something deep and life-changing.
We’ve been told to “fake it until we make it,” as if pretending our way through life will somehow bring us truth. But pretending has a price — one paid in authenticity, integrity, and the quiet collapse of self.
Every so often, a truth we’ve lived by begins to fracture. What once felt steady and self-evident no longer holds. The mind resists, the heart hesitates, and we question how something once sacred could suddenly feel hollow. Yet this breaking is not collapse — it’s transformation. The moment a past truth gives way, we stand at the threshold of what’s next, if only we’re willing to look beyond the shards and keep walking.
We like to think we have time — that tomorrow or next year we’ll finally sit down and give life to the things that matter most. But time has never been ours to control. This piece is a reminder, to myself as much as anyone, of what’s lost when we wait, and what’s possible when we stop waiting.
We live in a realm layered with illusions, where truth is hidden beneath veils of distraction, distortion, and control. Yet for those willing to look deeper, to question what has been handed down as unquestionable, a path opens — one that is both perilous and liberating. What follows is a reflection on that journey: the remembering, the breaking, and the rediscovery of what has always been real.