Life will give you a circle—so learn to cut slices and eat some pie.

I’m tired of surface level vanity dominating the matrix. I’m tired of hashtags translating into rooms you’re silently trying to audition for. I’m over “authenticity” being a hot word used by those who only share what’s still palatable—because being too raw would mean you’re vulnerable to the human realm that a digital world can’t hide. 

I’m tired of art being monetized for profit while lacking the soul that gives it meaning. It’s like chuckling when the IRS takes out more money from your taxes,pretending as if it isn’t sneaky. Art has become a competition of who can accumulate the most likes or views. It’s almost as if we’re all living in one big reality show, with each of us starring in our own episodes that faceless followers tune into.Everything has become a stage now— that tests you to do the most tricks to see how much you’re willing to dehumanize yourself to gain some power that’s obviously bullshit.

I’m over networking feeling like a hierarchy of common folks bowing down to businesses and CEOs like kings and queens on coronation night.

 You can carry a bag of gold that can be shared by someone to truly build something—but if you aren’t dressed in gold and drapes then you’re deemed as worthless. Why the hell is networking so stoic anyway? Sometimes it feels like a horrible SNL skit because no one knows what to say, yet at the same time you recite the perfect pitch of “Let’s stay in touch” lines that fall into the abyss of nothing. As usual. It just sucks that opportunities are often tied to entities with promises wrapped in barbed wire. However the real connection needed to network is pushed aside like a bad cocktail that tastes a bit too sour. You know, the type of sour that makes you gag as if a lemon personally offended you on a Friday. Almost like the idea of connecting with no transactional goal present is repulsive because you’re conditioned to just obey the system. 

I’m over seeing how many people are so lonely and lost within themselves because they haven’t found their tribe yet. Life feels vast but in reality is just a jacuzzi tub that has run out of bubbles—and hot water. You try to ease into life without the people that get you only to find out that you’re aching for support from those you’ve longed to meet. I was walking the other day, talking out loud to myself like I’m in a one woman stage play, and thought “Wow… I still feel like a lost ship that hasn’t been found yet.” It’s easy to weaponize loneliness as weakness but some of us are still healing from friendships that drained us, being overlooked, and potential relationships that didn’t work out—it hurts. 

Your soul tribe is supposed to connect like a Bluetooth that automatically syncs when you are aligned and ready. But damn the signal sucks. No matter how high you look, you just can’t seem to connect.

 I’m saddened over people who’ve been victimized by their circumstances and believing it’s their final chapter. You have the ones that tell you “Just work hard and you’ll be ok”, and then there’s another crowd that says it’s easy, but lies about the 100 muddy steps it took to get there. So many of us have been stripped of our power too early that a circumstance has become the final boss. We’re not romanticizing a struggle story arc— because hot damn, aren’t we tired of those? We are humanizing a universal love signal to get back up and try again. To do even one thing that can make a difference. To not assume that we have all the answers because we aren’t the magic conch from SpongeBob. And don’t even try asking because the magic conch no longer knows. 

When we hear “Step into your power” it sounds like some grand cosmic event that officials and aliens across the galaxy will view as an initiation in its full effect. The truth is, stepping into your power is getting out of bed after you’ve been depressed. It’s getting a work or money opportunity after you’ve been in a dry desert spell from silence that felt like a punishment.  It’s learning to speak up and asking for extra cheese on your burger because you aren’t ashamed to hear your voice echo like a singer in a stadium. That’s power! Forget all the guru talk and the manifestation channels that equate power to big moves. It’s the little shit that’s powerful. 

Hell I just posted myself again after feeling like I wasn’t enough. I didn’t feel like that bitch—I felt like I was finally enough.

  I’m just tired of everything that makes us human in the human experience either being branded, monetized, villainized, or criticized. This lowkey almost sounds like a late 80s rap line—but I’m over it. 

This isn’t a rant to my emotions.  It’s a love letter to releasing them and sending out a bat signal if you feel the same way too. 

Life will give you a circle but you have to cut slices in it and enjoy a piece of pie. Maybe with a side of ice cream too—make that cotton candy flavored please. Seriously, being tired doesn’t have to be detrimental, it just needs to be the rebirth of something magical. 

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