There comes a moment — quiet, unmistakable — when you begin to sense that something isn’t yours. The thoughts, the fears, the definitions you’ve lived by. You can’t quite name it yet, but you feel it: the weight of an authority you’ve never truly consented to. This piece is a mirror held to that moment. Not to provoke outrage — but to call something deeper forward. Something you’ve always known.
Tag: inner sovereignty
We’re constantly told what to believe, where to look, and how to interpret the world around us — by religions, by science, by systems posing as saviors. But if you pause long enough to truly observe the sun, the sky, the flow of life itself, you might start to remember something deeper. Something real. Beyond texts, temples, or technocrats, there’s a rhythm — and it’s always been there.