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Your Dreams Is Your Reality
We’ve been taught to chase our dreams, like they live somewhere far away, something we’ll catch one day if we work hard enough. But what if the moment you act on it, write it down, say it out loud… that dream is already your reality? Not “are.” Is. Because once you start living it, you’re…
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Manifesting in Real Time
Through all the pain and uncertainty, I’m still here, blessed, present, and pushing forward. As I reflect on what’s happening now and what’s to come, I realize this moment is part of a much bigger picture. A legacy I’m actively building. Because this…this is what it looks like when you turn dreams into history, one…
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In the silence of separation, I’ve learned that time doesn’t always heal, it just teaches you how to carry the weight. This letter is a reflection of love that never left, of dreams that refuse to die, and the hope that one day, you’ll follow the breadcrumbs I’ve left behind and find your way back…
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Too Much Can Make You Feel Like You’re Not Enough
Sometimes, if you take in too much, you start questioning your own pace. You see everyone doing everything, and suddenly your silence feels like failure. But the truth is, most of what you’re seeing is curated. It’s not real time, and definitely not real life. If you’re not careful, you’ll start comparing your actual journey…
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Who You Think You Are… Isn’t Who You Really Are
Who you think you are? That’s just a story you’ve been telling yourself, a patchwork of experiences, fears, titles, and performances. But the real you? The one underneath the hustle, the trauma, the image, that version doesn’t need approval or applause. That version just needs permission.
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“Social Media Isn’t Broken, We Are”
We keep saying social media is broken, but maybe it’s not the app, it’s us. We scroll, we consume, we critique, but we rarely engage. Then wonder why our posts feel invisible. I wrote this at 3:43am after realizing that the disconnect isn’t in the algorithm, it’s in our actions. If you’ve ever felt unseen…
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Stuck Here, Still
Sometimes, survival doesn’t look like a breakthrough, it looks like standing in the middle of the pouring down rain, sneakers soaked, head tilted toward the sky, trying to feel something again. This isn’t a cry for help, it’s a moment of honesty. A moment to admit that staying here, on this earth, in this body,…