I didn’t sit in silence to abandon life. I sat in silence to reclaim it.
If your version of spirituality is leaving your family, your body, your desires, your dreams behind—then you’re not practicing freedom. You’re practicing avoidance.
Yes, I distanced myself in the darkness, but not to vanish. I clawed my way through hell so that when I emerged, my words, my presence, my body carried weight.
Spirituality that doesn’t fuel your real life is hollow.
This path is meant to sharpen your hunger, not kill it.
I will live out what I dreamed of—fucking big booties, getting ripped, letting creativity spill, traveling the world. That is not separate from the silence. That is what silence fuels.