seeing what is silent, hearing what is unseen
Last year around this time, I was deep in religion — the kind where everything had to be prayed over, explained, or avoided if it didn’t seem “holy enough.” I remember posting Happy Halloween on my WhatsApp story without thinking much about it. A few minutes later, I watched it again and felt a sharp…
Read moreEvery morning brings a quiet invitation: begin again. Not because you failed yesterday or need to become someone else, but because life itself is always shifting. Seasons change. Tides roll in and out. Trees bloom, shed, rest, and bloom again. Nature doesn’t rush or resist—it moves in rhythm, and so can we. We get caught…
Read moreI’ve come to see Christianity as a kind of mask — or maybe a cloth people wear over their real selves. It’s a covering that gives the illusion of purity and moral certainty. Society has been conditioned to trust it instantly. When someone says, “I’m a Christian,” it’s almost like a magic password — walls…
Read moreI had an interesting conversation recently about sin — that old, heavy word that religion can’t seem to let go of. I asked a simple question: what’s the solution to sin? His answer came quickly: Jesus. “God has provided the way, the truth, and the life through His Son,” he said. I asked him what…
Read moreCareers don’t always follow a straight, planned path—just like rivers don’t flow in perfect lines. Sometimes, the way forward changes because of obstacles, new opportunities, or simply because life shifts around us. And that’s okay. Like a river, I can learn to be flexible and adaptable. If one route gets blocked, I don’t have to…
Read moreNo one tells you how parenting will stretch you — not just in your time, your patience, your energy — but in your identity. In the quiet moments, I’ve realized I’m not just raising a child. I’m also raising myself, again. Not to be perfect, but to be more present, more aware, more honest. When…
Read moreI had an interesting conversation with my cousin yesterday. We were talking about why good girls actually finish last — and we both came to the same surprising conclusion. It’s religion. For 34 years, I was the definition of a good Christian girl. I followed every rule, avoided anything remotely “worldly,” and did everything the…
Read moreI’ve never understood why people say “God did it” as if that ends the conversation. It’s not an explanation — it’s what people say when they’ve run out of explanations. Like a shrug, dressed up in faith. If you ask, “Why did this happen?” and someone says, “Because God wanted it that way,” what they’re…
Read moreThere’s a theory that describes religion as behaving like a parasite—not in the moral sense, but in the biological one. It survives by embedding itself in human minds and cultures, feeding off our fears, hopes, and need for belonging. It doesn’t depend on truth for survival; it depends on transmission. Most of us don’t choose…
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