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  • Casually we are taught that sand can become glass, that something loose and ordinary can be changed by pressure and heat into something that holds light, and we believe it without seeing the furnace, the long patience of burning that makes clarity possible. Love is not that different, though we rarely call it that at…

  • They taught me about the face as if it were something you hold gently, not something you put on. The face is the surface where care happens. It is the practiced art of not disturbing the air unnecessarily. To keep face is to read the room before you read yourself, to smooth your voice so…

  • In the quiet, I notice how effortful stillness can be. It is not peace so much as an open space that asks to be filled. My thoughts are slow, but they do not settle. What rises instead is the memory of a voice—gentle, patient, familiar in a way that once made the world feel more…

  • I want to spend time working on myself and on the ways I communicate, not because I think I am broken, but because I want the people in my life to feel protected, seen, and genuinely valued when they are with me. I’m beginning to understand that safety isn’t only created by good intentions—it’s created…

  • If I’m honest, I don’t know how to do all of this perfectly. I will make mistakes. I will also find tenderness in myself in a way I have not before. I want to be a man who holds his pain and his love in both hands, without flattening either. I want to be someone…

  • Today I want to name what is true for me, plainly and without apology. I am trying to stand in a steadier place—a kind of quiet masculinity that is present, aware, and careful with its strength. This is not toughness for show; it is steadiness that comes from paying attention to myself and to the…