IF AM HONEST ABOUT US

If I’m honest… sometimes I don’t get us. We talk about light — but live in the shadow of our own making. We pray for change — then chain ourselves to comfort. We say, “I’m fine,” when our hearts are clearly breaking. We scroll through life — thumbs tired, souls empty, drowning in highlights while hiding our lowlights. We build cities of noise and call them progress, forgetting that silence is sometimes the only language that truth speaks. We chase connection through screens, filters, algorithms — but forget the warmth of eyes meeting eyes. We’ve learned to type “I love you” faster than we’ve learned to mean it.

And oh, how we love contradictions — we want to be seen, but fear being known. We crave peace, but feed on drama. We worship freedom, but are terrified of being alone. Still… there’s something sacred about us. Something stubbornly beautiful in the way we keep showing up — bruised, but still breathing hope. We write poetry on the walls of our pain, and call it healing. We plant gardens in the ashes of things that once broke us. We cry, we laugh, we fall, and somehow, somehow, we still believe in better. Maybe that’s what makes us divine — not perfection, but persistence. Not the absence of darkness, but the courage to light a match. So if I’m honest — I don’t hate us. I’m in awe of us. For all our chaos and contradictions, we are proof that even cracked vessels can still pour out light.