spiritual rebellion

  • The Ones Who Remember

    They underestimated what you could do, who you are. The first attempt happened before you could speak. You wouldn’t remember it. That was the point. By five, you had already learned to watch people’s faces before listening to their words. By eight, you understood that love occasionally packed a suitcase. By twelve, betrayal had introduced…

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  • Plenty of people will hate you in this lifetime—let them. It’s fewer names to remember, fewer voices echoing in the hollow halls of your mind. To be hated means you’ve disturbed the dreamers. You’ve become a light too bright for those content in the dark. Hatred, after all, is just a sign that you’ve stepped…

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  • It’s never “duck.”Autocorrect gets it wrong every time—but maybe it’s right in spirit.Because sometimes all you can dois scream “duck!”and hope you’re low enough when life swings. You ever notice how the Joneses never asked for the job?The world made them saints of suburbia,heroes of hustle,the holy grail of comparison.But no one ever asked if…

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