There’s a point in your existence where life yanks you into a turn you didn’t ask for, and nothing is the same after that. Suddenly reality becomes scripted, mythic.. you start seeing how everything is nothing but a trail. Not because the world changed, but because you did. Your perception finally sharpened enough to catch the patterns that were hiding in plain sight. That’s when the universe quits treating you like a child and starts treating you like someone who actually gets a say in their fate.
So you stay awake. You hold your center.
And you stop doubting the signals hitting your gut ..you’re not imagining anything. You’re finally seeing how deep the symbolism goes.


















