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.
Tag: authenticity
Life on the island has taught me much about simplicity, authenticity, and the contrast between calm community living and the noise of the modern world. As I prepare to leave, even if only for a while, I reflect on what quality of life truly means — and the choices each of us must make to live in alignment with our deepest values.
Power in this world is paraded as force, domination, or control. Yet these are only shadows — fragile, temporary masks of something deeper. The essence of true power cannot be seized, sold, or inverted. It rests quietly, waiting in the stillness for those who remember to listen.
True power is peaceful.
There is something stirring again, beneath the noise of curated narratives and the endless churn of consensus. We remember, not as nostalgia but as grounding — a memory of what was, before the enclosure. The natural philosopher re-emerges in this age of distortion, not as a relic of the past but as a witness, a wayfinder, a seeker who refuses the illusion and carries forward the fragments of truth left scattered in plain sight.
An unflinching reflection on how creative industries shape what rises and what withers. The patterns of gatekeeping and curated trends reveal both barriers and hidden openings. Beneath the noise lies a choice: to compromise, or to stand rooted in authenticity.