my daily reflections…

in the days of doin my dirt, i mistook emotional armor for strength, layerin myself in certainty and pride to shield against the ache of vulnerability. i built walls from past wounds and called them wisdom, convinced that isolation was safer than connection. but the silence inside that fortress grew deafenin. eventually, the structure cracked, not from force, but from the quiet erosion of truth. i realized that self-protection, when absolute, becomes a prison. openin my mind felt perilous at first, like steppin into fog without a map. yet with Perseverance, i began to dismantle the architecture of fear, brick by brick, and discovered that grace often enters through the cracks. today, humility feels less like surrender and more like alignment, a recognition that i am not the axis around which life turns. faith, once a distant abstraction, has become a quiet presence: my HP, unseen but unmistakably real. i no longer strive to control what was never mine to command. inner peace has arrived for me, not through mastery, but through consent, a willingness to be guided, to be small, to be open. this thing we do has taught me how to trade certainty for grace, and in that exchange, i find a stillness that no amount of pressin my self-will ever secured. 1 day @ a time…