25/01/2026
Yesterday, we laid my uncle to rest.
A quiet, solemn moment that had nothing to do with words—and everything to do with truth.
Moments like these slow time.
They force us to reflect on life in ways we usually avoid when we’re busy doing.
So many of us don’t live intentionally.
We wake up, fulfill roles, meet expectations, chase the next thing—
and call that life.
But life isn’t meant to be rushed through.
It’s meant to be felt, chosen, and lived on purpose.
Not perfect.
Not always easy.
But conscious.
This feels like a gentle reminder:
Life is fragile. Time is not guaranteed.
And intention is not optional if we want our lives to actually mean something.
So if this post lands with you, let it be a pause.
A breath.
A moment to ask yourself:
How intentionally am I living my life—right now?
🤍