Hi there, dreamers and deep thinkers,

I’m about to turn 42, and I can’t help but wonder—how did I get here? It feels like I blinked and the decades just zipped by. I’m still dreaming, still searching, still wondering what I want to be when I grow up. Hahahah. Shoot, I still feel more like a college kid trying to figuring it out than someone who’s “settled.”

Lately, I’ve been asking myself bigger questions about the world around me. What kind of world is this, anyway? A place where the electoral college overrides the majority vote, and global pandemics shut down economies for years. Where reality blurs with phenomena like the Mandela Effect, orbs, drones, and unidentified aerial phenomena—are we living in a sci-fi movie?

Then there’s the way society operates—how wealth and power are hoarded by a select few. Billionaires playing a global game of king of the hill while the rest of us grind to survive. It’s absurd, isn’t it? The resources they control could change the world, yet they hold onto it like a dragon guarding gold.

And let’s not even get started on how divided we’ve become. Everywhere you look, people are split—by race, gender, religion, politics, even how they love. It’s like we’ve forgotten how to simply be human together. What happened to compassion, curiosity, and connection?

I guess that’s what’s really on my mind as I edge toward my birthday: How did life pass so quickly, yet the world feels stuck in so much chaos? Maybe we’re all still figuring it out, just like I am. Maybe that’s okay, as long as we keep dreaming, questioning, and trying to build something better.

So yeah, 42 is creeping up, but I think I’m okay with it. Sure, I don’t have all the answers, but who does? Life’s a mess, but it’s also kind of a beautiful mess. And as long as we’re still dreaming and laughing through it all, I think we’re doing just fine.

Stay curious—and maybe someday this ridiculous mess will make sense.

April

Cognitive Psycho