Mind
“Clarity is not loud. It arrives when the noise stops.”
Doubt
I work in ratios: three by four, then zoom out to sixteen by nine.
I doubt my thinking.
Sometimes I feel like
whatever notebook I’m writing in
should be thrown out.
It doesn’t always feel
like people read anymore—
at least not the unnamed.
Still,
I work in ratios:
three by four,
then I zoom out
to sixteen by nine.
I have time.
Plenty of it
to show you.
Recline
Recline is not retreat.
It’s a decision.
To lower the shoulders.
To loosen the grip.
To stop performing strength
and let it exist without proof.
Rest is not absence.
It’s alignment returning.
What’s your subconscious beef?
Who do you love?
Who did you leave?
How will you heal?
When will you believe?
It’s not about them—
they’re irrelevant
to your release.
Settle in.
Recline like a car seat.
Lay back.
Let your heart speak.
If you don’t listen,
how do you expect to compete
in a world that loves
to hurt the weak?
Know your flaws.
Stop blaming
every face you see.
Wake Up Call
This isn’t a warning.
It’s the moment you realize
effort doesn’t guarantee belonging,
and worth doesn’t promise safety.
That’s the part that changes you.
I wasn’t properly loved.
So my emotional intelligence
developed through negligence.
You learn fast that way.
Not because you’re gifted—
but because you have to be.
You grow up knowing you’re beyond good enough
and still get rejected.
Beyond good enough
and still unaccepted.
That’s the part that messes with you.
When effort doesn’t equal belonging.
When worth doesn’t guarantee safety.
You start asking the wrong question.
Not am I enough?
But am I too much?
Too present.
Too aware.
Too intense for people who only know how to meet you halfway.
That’s when the voice changes.
Not cruel.
Not loud.
Just firm.
Mr. J. Elahi—
sir.
It’s time to get up.