People like to talk about fear as if it’s some great, all-powerful force—this looming specter that governs our every move. Presidents give speeches about it, soldiers march into battle with it, and cowards sit in corners because of it. Franklin Delano Roosevelt once said, “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” A bold declaration, but let me tell you something, he was only half right. Fear? That’s for prey. Fear is a reflex, an animalistic twitch at the...

Let’s get something straight: if the Messiah is your weapon, you’re swinging it wrong. You’re parading Him around like a sideshow relic, hoping for applause and validation. But me? I don’t need the world’s approval to prove my faith. He’s my sword and shield too—but unlike you, I know how to wield Him with purpose. My faith doesn’t shout; it moves. It acts. And when the time comes to strike, you’ll feel it. Not as some flashy spectacle,...

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” A beautiful sentiment, isn’t it? One that has inspired generations to believe that, eventually, justice will prevail, that the dream of equality and freedom will become reality. But as I sit in the shadow of this day’s political theater—the swearing-in of yet another president—I find myself questioning that arc. Does it truly bend toward justice? Or...

Nobody wants a participation award, if we’re being honest. So do you think you deserve one for making a half-assed deal with God or the divine? For promising you’ll change while knowing deep down you won’t follow through? What exactly do you expect to get out of that? A gold star for good intentions? Life doesn’t work that way, and deep down, you know it. My mother always told me, “Be better.” She’d say it all the time, like she was giving orders to...

God—or whatever You are—we need to talk. If You’re there at all. That’s the thing, isn’t it? Are You there? Or are You just another idea we’ve built, something we cling to so we don’t have to face the void? Are You the architect of everything, or just the most comforting lie we’ve ever told ourselves? I don’t know. And that’s hard to admit. I don’t know if You’re real, if You’re listening, or if I’m just...

We need to talk about me. I mean me. Not the version I present to the world, not the polished façade or the carefully crafted image. Just me—raw, imperfect, sometimes unbearable me. Do I even like myself? I’m not sure I’ve ever really asked that question out loud, but it’s been circling in my mind like a shadow. Not love myself—that’s a commandment, right? Love your neighbor as yourself. But liking yourself? That feels so much harder, doesn’t...

Humanity, we must talk. We can no longer remain silent. As this year draws to a close, the weight of what we have endured, and the suffering that continues to unfold before us, can no longer be ignored. We have been told to accept the status quo, to toil for the benefit of a few while the rest of us are left to struggle and survive. We are all peasants in this world, bound by systems that keep us shackled. The time has come to rise, to break the chains that have kept us in oppression for too...

In the intricate dance of human civilization, where shadows flicker beneath the facade of order, the interplay of belief systems and institutional power forms the backbone of societal stability. Social constructs, whether rooted in faith or governance, serve as the silent architects that prevent the descent into chaos. Yet, neither religion nor government alone holds the monopoly on maintaining the moral compass of society. Instead, they function in tandem, each stepping in when the other...

"Ah, money. The lifeblood of empires, the root of ambition, and the illusion we’ve all agreed to revere. But peel back the gilded layers, and you’ll find it’s nothing more than ink on paper, digits on a screen—a promise that only matters because we’ve decided it does." Now, let’s not mince words. Money is powerful, yes, but that power doesn’t come from the paper in your wallet or the coins jingling in your pocket. It comes from belief. A shared...