I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.
It came at night, as these things always do. Wh
where blame often flies faster than understanding, it’s time to take a step back and reconsider our perspectives. We frequently see individuals blaming others for the actions of a few, perpetuating a cycle of negativity that affects our happiness and our communities. Whether in personal