Lately, I’ve realised something.
I’m not waiting for people to “wake up.”
I’m waiting for their normal self
to finally have room to breathe.
I don’t believe people are inherently lazy, broken, or uninterested.
I think they’re overwhelmed.
Pulled apart.
Disconnected from themselves.
And when someone is finally given a bit of space —
not pressure,
not motivation,
not expectations —
but presence…
something very different happens.
The human shows up.
Not aggressive.
Not defensive.
But curious. Connected. Alive.
Maybe we don’t need new people.
Maybe we need a world
where the existing ones can be well.
We don’t need to be faster.
We need to be freer. ❤️