Have you ever noticed how a plant never hesitates to chase the light?
It doesn’t second-guess.
It doesn’t overthink.
It doesn’t make excuses or ask permission.
It just moves.
It bends.
It stretches.
It grows toward what gives it life.
So...why don’t we?
Plants Know What They Need
A plant doesn’t stay in dry soil out of loyalty. It doesn’t hang out in the shade just because that’s where it sprouted. If the sun is over there—it moves. If water is over there—it grows roots in that direction.
Plants are honest with themselves.
But humans? We stay...
...in relationships that dim us.
...in jobs that exhaust us.
...in habits that numb us.
...in environments that no longer serve us.
Why? Because we’re complicated. We’re emotional. We get attached to things that are bad for us. We crave familiarity more than freedom. Our brains are wired to keep us safe, not necessarily fulfilled. The part of us that’s meant to protect—our fear center—sees change as a threat. So we stay. Even when the light is calling.
But deep down, we know...
We know when we’re off path.
We know when our soil’s gone stale.
We feel the ache to grow.
Then, Life Sends a Whisper
For me, life always finds a way to whisper me back. Like today.
A man named Tony walked into my shop. I’ve met him before, but today he looked me in the eye and said, “Your blog helped me reframe how I see life.”
And I froze.
Because I’ve been writing these blogs—putting my heart out there—but I never really knew if they were landing. If they mattered. If they made a dent. And then, there was Tony. Proof that it does matter. Even if it’s just one person—it’s enough. That’s the ripple. That’s the light. That’s why I return to this path every time I fall off.
Last night I relapsed.
Not into substances, but into the news. I’ve been clean from it for three weeks, protecting my spirit, staying grounded.
But something pulled me back. I started reading stories out of Los Angeles and around the world, and I found myself thinking about Elon Musk—someone I’ve followed and admired for years. A man who’s made the impossible, possible. A modern-day wizard of technology and imagination. But something has shifted.
He’s lost his way.
And part of me gets it: Fame. Fortune. Childhood wounds. Power.
If I had the ear of the President, billions of dollars at my fingertips, and a world waiting on my next move—I might lose my way too!
But what struck me last night was this thought: What if he could turn it around?
What if Elon became the hero again?
So I sat down and wrote a raw, passionate thread on X:
I said he could use his billions to fix what he’s helped break. Bring water to dry lands. Create jobs for the jobless. Rebuild what’s crumbling. He could publicly repent, ask for forgiveness, and then go out and do good like never before.
And then—I shared it.
And it felt… MASSIVE!
Until I showed someone.
And s/he said, “Are you sure you want to do that?”
That comment? It crushed me.
Not because s/he was mean, but because I was already afraid. I had just mustered the courage to share something real, and boom! Someone else’s fear tried to snuff it out.
And I got angry. Because I realized… this is why we don’t speak up. This is why we don’t act.
Because we’re afraid of being “too much,” “too out there,” or “not important enough.”
But let me tell you something.
F*ck that.
Why Your Voice Matters
I could’ve deleted that post. I could’ve shrunk back into my shell. But I didn’t. Because it wasn’t about going viral. It wasn’t about changing Elon Musk. It was about doing something. Using my voice. Trying. And if you’re reading this thinking your voice doesn’t matter—stop it.
That’s a lie we’ve all been fed.
You don’t have to be a politician to care.
You don’t have to start a movement to make change.
You don’t have to have millions of followers to make a difference.
You just have to show up.
Be honest.
Write the blog.
Post the tweet.
Hold the sign.
Speak your truth.
Do what you can, in your corner of the world.
Because, someone is watching.
Someone, is waiting.
Someone, needs your ripple.
The Real Question
The question isn’t “Can I fix it all?”
The real question is: Can I listen to the nudge? Can I move toward the light, even when I’m scared?
And the answer is: Yes.
Even if you zigzag.
Even if you fall.
Even if you get crushed for a moment by someone else’s fear.
You can always come back.
Because like a plant, you were made to grow.
To stretch toward the sun.
To find the water.
To leave behind what no longer feeds you.
And to bloom—honestly, unapologetically, wildly—in your own way.
So, go!
Grow.
Write.
Speak.
Post the damn thing.
Because someone—somewhere—is just waiting...for your light.
