Ah, the conditionings.Passed down like family heirlooms no one asked for.Worn like ill-fitting shoes, tight across the toes of our becoming.We inherit these silent contracts—unspoken rules about how to walk, how to speak, how to smile without showing too much tooth, or too much truth. And let’s not forget the shadows.Shadow this. Shadow that.Everywhere aContinueContinue reading “Living By Unwritten Scripts: A Soft Rebellion”
