the unknown pen

I think I would erase the day I call The Deceiver. Not because I didn’t see it coming, but because sometimes knowing something is happening doesn’t make it hurt any less. I was the option that seemed better than the rest, the choice that finally made sense when disappointment had exhausted every other possibility.…

If I could erase one event from history, I think I would erase the day I met the liar. Not one particular person, perhaps, but the moment I learned that someone could look at your innocence, recognise your worth, and still choose to take advantage of it. I wish I could erase the moment…

Sometimes I think I was raised on a different planet. Not because I believe I am different from everyone else, but because there are moments when I look around and wonder if everyone attended a class about life that I somehow missed. I’m in my twenties, yet sometimes I feel like I arrived late…

“Do you not think so far ahead? ‘Cause I’ve been thinking ’bout forever.”— Frank Ocean There are some lyrics you don’t simply listen to, they follow you. They become part of the way you understand yourself long after the music has stopped. For me, it’s that one line from Frank Ocean: “Do you not…

If I could rewrite the ending of any book, I don’t think I would. Not because every ending is good, but because every ending reminds me that choices have a longer memory than the moment in which they’re made. We often wish we could erase the consequences while keeping the freedom that produced them.…

People often ask whether we’re shaped more by our experiences or by who we are. I think neither. To be honest, I think we’ve been asking the wrong question all along. The word shaped has always unsettled me. It sounds as though life is a pair of hands forcing us into something we never…

If you asked me which book I’ve read more than any other, I’d probably disappoint you with my answer. It’s my own life. I’ve spent years rereading the same chapters, trying to understand why I react the way I do, why I love the way I love, and why silence sometimes feels more honest…

If I could have any superpower, it wouldn’t be flight or strength. It would be to be understood; fully, without having to explain every part of myself. Not just heard but seen clearly. The kind of understanding where silence isn’t misread and intentions aren’t questioned before they’re even known. Because more than anything, I’ve…

Someone once asked me, “What’s a mystery from your own life that you’ve never solved?” And I didn’t have to think long. It’s this, “‘why I go quiet when I actually care the most” You’d think it would be the opposite. That when something matters, I’d speak more, explain more, fight harder to be…

I’d choose to be a disciple. Not because it’s easy, but because there’s something honest about it. A disciple isn’t perfect. He’s not the one with all the answers. He’s the one who walks closely, learns slowly, fails often, and still stays. That kind of life feels real to me. There’s humility in following.…