Nothing pisses people off more than someone who knows their shit and refuses to argue about it. You could spend twenty years questioning this reality, studying things most people wouldn't even think to look into, and some random prick turns up in your comments demanding an explanation like you've been summoned to fucking Parliament. Explain myself? To who, mate? You've barely understood what I've said, and you're already preparing your closing argument. Some of you have spent years doing the inner work, questioning what you've been taught, experiencing things that have completely changed your understanding of this reality. You know what you know. And there's plenty you're still learning, because anyone who thinks they've figured everything out is probably the biggest fucking idiot in the room. But you've got NOTHING to prove. You don't owe every stranger a personal explanation of your beliefs, your experiences or how you arrived at them. It's up to them to do their own homework, question things and use their own discernment. You're not responsible for convincing someone who's made absolutely no effort to learn anything since 2022. Fucking hell, mate, it's nearly 2027. If you're still waiting for strangers on the internet to spoon-feed you everything, that's your problem. Especially when nine times out of ten, they couldn't give a shit about your answer. They're after a reaction. And that's how people get control over you. They throw out a little insult, twist something you've said, and suddenly you're typing an essay at two in the morning trying to make someone understand you. Meanwhile, the bastard's probably eating cold beans straight from the tin, absolutely delighted he's managed to occupy your entire evening. I'm usually a mirror to people, and some really don't like what they see. Sometimes what I say brings something uncomfortable to the surface, something they've been avoiding within themselves. Rather than sitting with it, they come straight for me. That's fine, mate. I'm not responsible for doing someone else's inner work because they don't like their own reflection. And I'm not exempt from that either. If somebody manages to trigger something in me, I'll look at why. That's part of growing. Sometimes the very person trying to piss you off ends up showing you exactly where you've still got work to do. Doesn't mean you need to invite them round for fucking tea and biscuits. Some of you are creating things, helping people and inspiring others without even realising it. You've got your own path to walk, things to build and people out there who genuinely benefit from what you share. Yet you're wasting precious hours defending yourself to people who decided they didn't like you before you even opened your fucking mouth. Think about that. Someone could be reading your words right now and finding the courage to change their life, while you're busy arguing with a miserable bastard who wouldn't agree with you if you told him water was wet. I've got love for people, even the ones who come at me sideways. I genuinely hope they heal, find some happiness and stop carrying so much bitterness around. But sending someone love and light doesn't mean giving them unlimited access to your time and energy. I can wish you all the best without joining your fucking circus. And stop feeling guilty for putting yourself first. Some of you have spent so long pleasing everyone else that you've forgotten what you actually want. You're suppressing parts of yourself, abandoning your own dreams and calling it kindness. Fuck that. You're allowed to choose yourself, even when somebody else doesn't like the decision. Keep creating. Keep questioning. Keep doing your inner work. If someone's genuinely curious, have the conversation. I love a good discussion. But learn to recognise the difference between someone trying to understand you and someone trying to drag you down to their level. I'm Rambling Again… ANYWAYS, POINT IS You don't need the last word. You've got nothing to prove. LOVE YA FAM! 🫶