Life’s Purpose Is Life
How a tattoo taught me systems, drift, and the beginning of my discernment.
Wisdom is how you live.
How a tattoo taught me systems, drift, and the beginning of my discernment.
What started as a curiosity about meme culture carried me back to rupture, to grace, to Christ,
and to the simple, sacred decision to be. Always.
What if the Ten Commandments were never laws to obey, but invitations to remain in divine union?
When the world feels still enough to listen, have you noticed grace moving through you — not as emotion to feel, but as alignment already happening within?
A reflection on how inherited protection becomes conditioning — and how presence restores the balance between prosperity and pain, want and need.
Logic builds systems. Trust sustains them.
When logic reaches its limits, it doesn’t collapse — it transforms into trust.
Because the moment you stop needing to understand everything, you start belonging to it.
Time is not abundant — it is fragile, fleeting, and holy. This reflection explores what it means to serve not out of convenience but out of urgency, recognizing that life itself is the gift and how we spend it is the offering back.
Sometimes grace feels easier with strangers than with those we love. Strangers carry no history, but beloveds carry memory, longing, and wounds. Across traditions, this paradox is seen not as failure but as the cost—and the wholeness—of love.
Hustlers have become role models, teaching exhaustion as ambition. Unless we choose presence over hustle, we risk passing down scarcity instead of care.
Our spirits were never meant to be split in two. Beyond the walls of masculine and feminine lies a larger wholeness—threads of order and chaos, reason and feeling, seed and soil—waiting to be remembered.