i woke up with this on my spirit today.
something urged me to font because someone needed to read it.
maybe it was for me; maybe it’s for you.
this was the download:

“you don’t know”

because tbh…

you don’t know if this year of hardship is setting you up for something big.
if it’s the story you’ll tell later; the one that reminds people to keep going.

you don’t know if in six months,
a year,
or two,
you’ll be pulled into something unexpected.
an oscar-level project,
a grammy moment,
a tony,
an emmy and not because you chased it,
but because someone saw you and said,
“come here”.

you don’t know if the person you think you’re in love with
is just a lesson and the real one is closer than you think.
when you meet them,
it won’t feel forced or confusing.
it’ll feel…
easy.
you’ll know.

you also don’t know if this has been your high year and the humbling is around the corner.
not as punishment but as a reset because you’ve become egotistical,
narcissist,
and outright insufferable.

hell,
you don’t even know if next year is the last.

that’s the thing about life i learned this year.
it doesn’t warn us.
it humbles us quietly.
it flips the script without asking.

maybe it’s you need to move from that shit town.
maybe it’s you need to be separated to start counting on yourself.
maybe it’s you had to be broken to crack open your strength and resilience.
maybe it’s you weren’t meant to be with them because God is cock blocking for you own good.
maybe it’s you are asshole and its time for you be humbled.
i don’t know what the plan is for you or me.

we fall and rise; we rise and fall.
there are people i thought would be in my life forever.
there are people i never expected to be friends or allies once those people left.

i never thought i’d be displaced from my apartment in 2025.
but…
here we are.

so yeah:

optimism,
process,
right place and right time…
sure,
fantastic,
great!
put it on shirt.

…but what if i’ve learned anything this year was:

you don’t fuckin’ know.

…and that might be the beauty of it.
it might be the perfect time to heal,
put yourself out there,
or get off the drugs and drinkin.
it made me wonder if we don’t know:

is there any point in even having anxiety?
or trying to control outcomes?

staying present is the only position that keeps you available to whatever comes next.

lowkey: there is some shit in our lives that happens that isn’t fair.
yes,
that shit sucked and fuck that bitch(es) who hurt us.
i’m learning to sit with the pain and then ask myself,
“what is the opportunity here?”