Raindom Thoughts

I remember the first time I felt it. Not sadness exactly. Something heavier. A dark cloud that didn’t hover above me, it moved inside me. Into my chest. Into my limbs. I woke up one morning and my body felt like it was made of something ancient and dense, like it had been carrying a weight for a thousand years without my permission. I remember lying there thinking, is this what depression feels like? And in that stillness, something unexpected happened. I didn’t panic. I didn

They borrowed our faces, our elders, our wisdom. And sold it back to us. Pay attention.

They didn’t just break him. They silenced him. And the son grew up reaching for something he couldn’t name. Until now.

The world feels heavy right now. You don’t need anyone to tell you that. You can feel it in your body, in the way you wake up tired before the day even starts, in the way the news sits on your chest like something you can’t put down. But can I tell you something? Breathe. Not the kind of breathing that fixes everything. Just the kind that reminds your body that you are still here. Still rooted. Still held. There is an ancestor who knows you in the way the world will never kno

Let me ask you something before we get into all of this. Do you actually like the opposite sex? Not love in the way we perform it for the camera. Not the highlight reel we curate while the relationship is burning in the next room. I mean down in the body. In the quiet. Do you trust them? Do you feel safe with them? Do you believe, somewhere beneath all the strategy and the armor and the carefully managed distance, that they see you and mean you well? Take a second with that.

Your divinity is not something you earn. It is something you remember. Whatever your belief, morning is coming.