ever since i started measuring my success by how deeply i slept, how often i laugh, how much beauty i notice,
how connected i feel to God, how frequently my heart feels at peace,
my life improved.
bell hooks wrote, “Sometimes people try to destroy you, precisely because they recognize your power — not because they don’t see it, but because they see it and they don’t want it to exist.”
i am begging some of you to become ok with hearing not-so-great-things about yourself. especially if it is coming from a loved one that historically respects your agency. chances are you unknowingly crossed a boundary & someone is trying to tell you in a respectful way.
There’s a neurodivergent ick when you realize mid-convo that correcting them is pointless because they'd need self-awareness and emotional intelligence to even process that they're wrong.
People don’t respect creatives because like 75% of the work is sitting and thinking and it looks like we not doing shit but that time to sit and think is super critical.
It’s true. Being in Love in general will intensify any spiritual work you do. Your magnetism (& ability to attract abundance) goes up, the subtle energy center of the heart opens (aligning you with divine energy), blockages naturally demolish due to Love’s purifying nature & etc.
I can’t fully explain to younger people how cool the internet used to be. We had open forums, personal websites, weird experimental pages, and chaotic corners of the web, before Amazon, Google, and Meta turned it into a sterile, closed ecosystem of clutter, and commerce.
if you're scared to do something but think about it often, it's probably the exact thing you need to do to unlock the next chapter in your life. embrace the fear, welcome the change, and go after what you want with full force
Whenever I catch myself not reading things completely, I remember anti-intellectualism is on the rise, literacy is in decline, and I don’t want to be a VICTIM!
I finally realized why I like Twitter so much. It has NO SOUND. 🔇 No screaming TikTok audios, no random music, no sensory overload. Just text. My overstimulated ADHD brain can finally breathe here.