We say we care. We post about it, we preach it, we believe it in the moment — but the second someone else's win feels like our loss, something shifts. Why is collective goodwill so hard to sustain? I've been sitting with this one for a while.
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"The universe keeps me on my path — but I'm blind at the same time, just along for the experience." — Gates, zen-gates.com
There's this deep knowing — like a hum underneath everything — that I'm here to help people. But the how? Completely invisible. Maybe that's the point.
I trust the path. I really do. But trusting something you can't fully see is its own kind of wild. I'm not lost — I'm just navigating in the dark with a flashlight pointed backwards.
Nobody handed me a contract when I was born. Yet here I am, following systems, norms, and expectations I never signed up for. Who decided this was the default? And why do we just... go along?
Every time I feel the most lost, something clicks shortly after. What if confusion isn't the opposite of clarity — what if it's the doorway to it? My mind won't let this one go.
I used to think I needed to figure out where I was going before I could enjoy getting there. Turns out the universe had other plans. Maybe the experience IS the point.