i write about living life well… a legacy is something we live, not leave.
The Weight of Need & The Freedom of Resonance There is something in us that pulls toward others—not just toward connection, but toward attachment, toward something we can hold, something that feels like proof that we belong. We search for people who will affirm us, complete us, quiet the restless questions in our minds. And…
Momentum is not the problem. It never was. I have always known how to generate force, how to translate thought into action, how to press forward when everything in me wanted to retreat. My capacity for movement has never been in question. But there comes a point where movement itself must be examined—where the momentum…
The End of Anxiety: How I Deal with Intensity, Contempt, and Triggers Without Losing Myself I haven’t felt anxiety in over 670 days. No panic. No self-doubt. No feeling of being overwhelmed by the world’s chaos. And it’s not because life got easier. It’s not because people stopped being difficult. It’s because I found myself….
I Am Always Spiritual, But Never Always One Thing For years, I lived under the weight of an assumption—that to be spiritual, I had to be engaged in something explicitly holy. That my connection to God was strongest when I was in prayer, in study, in silence. But what about the rest of my life?…
The End of Anxiety: How Knowing Myself Set Me Free Anxiety is the chaos of being lost—the fear that arises when you do not trust, love, know, or believe in yourself enough to face, handle, embrace, or overcome an experience, whether real or imagined. I haven’t felt anxiety in over 660 days. No panic, no…
Few phrases hit harder than when the person we love says, “I’m not attracted to you anymore.” It feels like a direct assault on our identity, our value, and the very core of who we are. But in reality, while this statement is deeply painful, it holds within it layers of meaning, about them, about…
Forgiveness is a word that carries the weight of a lifetime, doesn’t it? It’s simple to say, but its depth is something that can drown you before it saves you. For years, I misunderstood forgiveness. I thought it was something I did for the benefit of others, a way to release them from the consequences…
To be alone is often a fear most cannot consider, much less face. The silence of solitude terrifies because it leaves us with nothing but ourselves, stripped of the noise that so often fills our days and drowns out the questions we are too afraid to ask. Yet, in solitude lies a gift unmatched, a…
“I need nothing.” The words hang in the air like they shouldn’t belong to me, but they do. They weren’t always mine, though. There was a time when the word need felt like an open door to panic, a constant grasping for something—validation, security, meaning—that I didn’t believe I had. Back then, every want disguised…
Ideas are a dime a dozen; they’re everywhere, all the time, all at once and it’s very hard to tell we’re even being influenced by them. I’ve engaged in some extremely diverse think tanks only to find the majority of of people just want to be heard. Everyone seems to be an expert, and yet,…