This isn’t a celebration post. It’s a grieving one. For everyone who’s lost in silence while the spotlight only shines on power. Not every death means the same thing. Some are tragedies. Some are signs of a deeper sickness in the system. Some are the inevitable result of a machine that thrives on cruelty. And while we’re all supposed to treat them as equal—mourn them the same, respond the same—the truth is: context matters. Power matters. And who gets heard in death says a lo

Not everything ends in a scream. Sometimes it starts in silence. With memories quietly swept away. With a story rewritten so often that the old one disintegrates beneath it. The past erased— And the erasure itself forgotten. Until the lie becomes truth. And then, one day, it shifts. Just slightly. A cold wind under a blue sky. You glance at the clock. It says thirteen. The world insists it’s always said thirteen. Then the scream begins. Not from a mouth. From a system. Online

So, let’s talk about the news that broke today. I don’t know who will read this, or how it will be judged, or what eyes will pick it apart once it leaves my hands. That’s fine. I only know that I can’t carry it silently. I need to let it out, to trace the shape of my grief in words, even if I don’t have answers. Because this is not how it should have happened. There is no healing in this. No restoration. The people who were harmed by his words, by the violence he nurtured and

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The smallest kindnesses—turning down the volume, reminding me to eat—kept me standing when I thought I’d fall. I don’t think any of us get through this life on our own. We like to imagine we’re self-sufficient, that we pull ourselves up and carry the weight alone. But sooner or later, life knocks every one of us flat. Illness, loss, betrayal, heartbreak, storms you didn’t see coming. Nobody is too strong to fall. And when you do, what gets you through isn’t politics or argume

A fire in the hearth, a neighbor at the door—sometimes decency is that simple. I was raised to believe something simple: if somebody’s in...

Cruelty is loud. Apathy is rampant. My rebellion is simple: keep caring, keep clear, keep human in an ordinary world.

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“When the world forgets how to care, doing the right thing becomes an act of rebellion." Overview Ethicism is a philosophical worldview that asserts the moral imperative of acting with conscience, care, and responsibility in a world increasingly defined by cruelty, manipulation, and moral decay. It rejects both moral relativism and nihilism, maintaining that while ethical frameworks may vary, there are foundational duties rooted in shared vulnerability, empathy, and interdepe

Art is expression—made or found—framed for meaning. Keep, display, or destroy: the framing makes it art. Nature, thought, word, feeling.

At the gate between want and can: ask WHY, draw lines, keep kindness fireproof. Two tracks—human voice, sterile facts. End with love.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢. ...

Boy, it's been awhile since I wrote a blog post, hasn't it? Where do I begin?

How much further are people willing to go? When does the line get drawn, when is it all to much?

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