A big part of who I am is who I am not anymore.

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A big part of who I am is who I am not anymore.
Not good. Not evil. Just whole.
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Yeah, life can hurt… but meaning? That’s something you get to create.
Listening to Proud Mary today, I can’t help but think about what Workers Day really carries behind it. Not just a day off but history, struggle, and even loss.
Many of the rights we have today were born from sacrifice. So today is not only about celebrating workers, it’s also about remembering and honoring those who came before us and made it possible for us to stand where we are.
And while we keep rolling to our jobs every day, let’s not forget: the goal was never just to work harder. It was to live better. Work should support your life, not consume it.
Keep rolling… And happy May First 💫
"Mmm... Corndog."- Homer Simpson
The quiet truth does not come all at once
it begins as a whisper of heat,
a trembling in the bones of what once stood proud,
It started as an echo of destruction,
where hope used to bloom without permission,
where love once lived unguarded
There is a moment just before everything collapses
when the truth feels liberating,
like a cleansing you didn’t ask for
A quiet surrender
that drifts you between what you once were,
and what you could never be again.
I am OM my way 🌸
What would an angel say ?
How can I explain myself ?
No man, no cry.