May 9th, 2025 | A quiet, humid morning after a night of boisterous thunder and rain.
There is a greatness in you and it’s not the greatness that you’ve been taught about or told one should be. but a greatness like that of the mountains and trees a greatness that may land as a quiet rumble — yet awaken as loud as thunder. It takes the form of wind and rain. It takes the form of whispers and droplets. And sometimes... it takes no form at all. It is profound not because it is obvious, but because it has been hiding in plain sight. This greatness is the very essence of how you exist. This greatness is found in all living things, and in you— it blossoms as genius. This greatness need not prove itself. It needs not applause or accolades— though is plenty worthy of them. No. This greatness is gently mined from your insides. From your raw, shadow-filled parts. It is murky and unpolished. It is housed within what you most fear— the illusion the veil and when those fall away, it reveals the diamond of your unique consciousness. A genius born into your cells, and now ready to be alchemized into GOLD.