I never understood the urge to belong to something that didn’t matter — to chase trends, fit in, or mold myself into someone else’s idea of acceptable. Even as a kid, it seemed clear: most of what passed for “normal” was just noise, distracting us from who we could actually become.
Tag: self reflection
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.
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.
A quiet place, lonely but never truly alone. This divine life offers infinite variety, if only we’re willing to embrace it. Yet, persistent sadness too…