The Loneliness of Awakening

I left off last time with the truths they’ve buried… The quiet knowing that’s always been there, hidden under the noise…

When I first started seeing it, it felt like a dam had burst inside me… It wasn’t just whispers anymore, it was like everything I’d ever been told was being ripped apart right in front of me…

And once you start seeing it, you can’t go back…

The system doesn’t just crack, it crumbles… All those stories we were fed, all those rules we followed, they just don’t make sense anymore… Who decided we should pay for the things the earth gives us for free? Who said we have to work our entire lives, just to scrape by, while the people at the top keep getting richer? Why is no one questioning the coincidences, the patterns, the numbers that show up everywhere if you just stop and look?

It’s like everyone’s walking around blindfolded… and when you try to show them what’s behind the curtain, they look at you like you’re crazy…

They laugh it off… they tell you to stop worrying… “But what can we do about it?” they say…

But if we don’t ask, if we don’t speak, then nothing changes, does it?…

I know that loneliness, trust me… I’ve felt it deep in my chest… I’ve watched people I thought were friends turn their backs, laughing at me when I tried to share what I was seeing… I’ve felt the weight of knowing sitting heavy on my chest while everyone else carried on, pretending everything was fine… I wanted to scream, “Can’t you see it? Can’t you feel it? The whole thing’s a mess!”

But they didn’t…

So I turned inward… into the woods, into the quiet… out there, nothing judged me… the trees didn’t laugh… the wind didn’t tell me to stop thinking so much… the earth just let me be… I’d feel it in the way the light shone through the trees, the way the wind would catch my breath and give it back… I’d stand barefoot on the dirt, feeling it hum beneath me… and for a moment, I’d remember who I was before the noise… before the pretending…

The silence wasn’t a punishment, it was a comfort… and in that quiet, I heard my own voice again… telling me to keep going, even if I had to walk this path alone…

That’s the thing about awakening… it’s not just losing people, it’s about standing in this weird space where you can’t pretend anymore… where you speak your truth, even when no one listens… where you feel like a tiny pin in their giant haystack, but you know you’re still making a hole, however small it is…

I keep walking… I keep speaking… even if I’m the only one listening…

Because the truth matters…

So I’m asking you now—are you ready to see it too? Will you stand in the quiet, listen to yourself, and choose to walk forward? It’s up to you…