They teach you how to solve equations, but not how to solve the ache in your chest at midnight.
They teach you how to write sentences, but not how to write the story of your own heart.
They teach you to memorize history, but never how to unearth the past that lives inside your bones.
Among all the lessons, where is the one about love?
And so, we grow up knowing how to build, how to run, how to chase. But never how to stop. Never how to sit in the wreckage of our own being and call it HOLY.
No one teaches you how to break. How to unravel without shame. How to hold yourself in the silence between two heartbeats and find that even there, you are WHOLE..
They warn us of danger, but never of the danger that comes from mistaking attachment for love.
They tell us to protect our bodies, but never our spirits.
They teach us how to lock doors, but never how to recognize who should never have entered in the first place.
And so, we wander. Searching. Seeking. Calling it love when, too often, it is just the fear of being UNSEEN.
The world hands us scripts. Rules. Expectations.
Accomplish this. Marry by this age. Desire this. Love like this. Sacrifice like that.
But did they ever tell us that love is not a ladder to climb, but an ocean to drown in?
Did they ever tell us that the deepest love is not in how another sees you, but in how you see yourself when no one is watching?
I hear a collective whisper, a hunger for depth, but what they truly crave is remembrance.
The memory of something lost, something ancient, something buried beneath generations of survival and silence.
Love is not a currency. Love is not a performance. Love is not “you do this, and I do that.” Love is not a ghost you chase through the rooms of your past.
Love is standing still in your own storm, in your own rage, unshaken.
Love is the fire in your chest, daring you to burn and not turn to ash.
Love is how deeply you dare to know yourself, to see yourself, before asking another to hold you.
And maybe, just maybe, it’s time we unlearn what we were given. And give it back.
Maybe it’s time to step into the night, unafraid, and let the moon remind us who we have always been.
Sending you moonlight & truth. 