i love how humans have this beautiful habit of assigning meaning to ordinary things. lucky pennies. wishing on stars. birthday candles. somehow that feels less like superstition and more like hope
i dislike being around people who lack emotional intelligence and self regulation. it just irks my soul. if you cannot see things outside of yourself and how you’re harming others, you will never evolve. intention has nothing to do with impact
Reality is some people just don’t align & this was my last year letting my empathy for people keep me attached to what my discernment already rejected.