Oct 19, 2025
I’m done worshiping speed. I want the kind of life that tastes—where the moment has texture, where attention is art, where I’m not a commodity but a chorus of small, honest breaths.
Outrage is a business model. Tenderness is my rebellion. I choose signal over noise, communion over performance, depth over dopamine. If that means fewer eyes and truer hearts, good. I’m not chasing virality—I’m cultivating gravity.
Today’s vow: move at the pace of meaning. Drink water. Touch sunlight. Let the algorithm learn my softness, not the other way around. And if the world calls that “too slow,” smile, and keep listening for the ancient rhythm under all this static. It’s still there. It always is. 🌊
