04/02/2026
For those of us who are awake…
I’m finding it hard to live in a world that measures worth in money
when my soul knows it isn’t real wealth.
I’m broke in the eyes of the system,
but rich in awareness, sensitivity, truth.
And some days, that feels like a cruel joke.
The “matrix” keeps spinning,
work harder, sell more, push, perform, package yourself,
but my body won’t play along anymore.
My spirit resists currencies that cost my aliveness.
So many of us who are awake are quietly struggling.
Not because we lack gifts,
but because this world has no place for them unless they’re monetised,
branded, diluted.
Motivation disappears when the game feels false.
When survival is tied to systems that don’t honour the earth,
the nervous system,
or the grief and tenderness we carry.
This isn’t laziness.
It’s a deep soul fatigue.
We are learning how to live differently
inside a structure that wasn’t built for us.
Some days all I can do is breathe,
sit with the discomfort,
and trust that another way is trying to be born through us,
even if I can’t see it yet.
If you’re here too,
tired, broke, awake, disenchanted,
know this:
You are not alone.
You are not failing.
You are between worlds.
And seeds always break in the dark
before they rise.
🌻🙏🏼💞🕉️
Sunflower
If this resonates, you don’t need to fix anything.
Just know you’re seen here.
We’re finding our way together,slowly, honestly, humanly.
