A belief is simply a thought we’ve repeated so many times,
we start mistaking it for truth.
But beliefs aren’t always based in reality—
they’re shaped by our past, our pain, our upbringing,
and the limited perspectives we’ve inherited.
And if we never question them,
they become the lens through which we see everything.
They create false perceptions that trap us in cycles of fear, judgment, and disconnection.
I’ve lived in that mental maze—
in survival mode,
in fear,
in beliefs passed down through wounded generations.
But fear didn’t liberate me.
It kept me small.

It was through suffering that I began to awaken.
And through awakening that I began to release the stories that no longer served me.
Now I strive to live in the space between knowing and unknowing.
Not clinging to rigid beliefs—
but opening myself to the wisdom of presence,
the peace of curiosity,
and the power of love.
Because love—
unlike belief—
doesn’t need to be defended.
It simply is.