Release
Maybe difference has made us think hate, anger, and fear are the only ways to see the other side.
Maybe the old books, the old laws, the old interpretations have held us longer than they needed to.
Maybe it is time to breathe.
To release the words.
To release the law.
To feel.
To release the anger.
To release the need to compare and conquer.
To release the fear that rises when we meet a skill we do not yet have.
And to hold onto ourselves.
Our strength.
Our uniqueness.
Our value — exactly as it is.
As is mine.
As is yours.
To take up space without needing more,
but to stay curious about our neighbour.
To learn.
To grow.
To collaborate.
To build partners, not empires.
And when the hard days come — and they will —
let them bring sharing.
Rebuilding.
The quiet recognition that we are peers.
The crash is due.
Technology and fear are delaying it, but it is time.
This one will not look like the guillotine of the aristocrats.
It will not look like the bombs of the last world war.
It will look like the redistribution of now.
Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, and your crew —
Space ships, fuck yes.
Solar energy, hell yes.
Private bowling alleys on yachts?
Fuck the fuck off.
You are my peers.
Watch out for the wave.
