Being human is not for the weary.

That could (and should) be engraved on the entrance gates of Earth, if such things existed.

From the outside, yes, humans probably look… fickle. Let’s be honest with ourselves here.

But — fickleness is just the surface expression of a nervous system and body constantly being pulled by tides: hormones, trauma imprints, collective energy, the moon overhead, even the bacteria in your gut whispering cravings.

You’re not just “you” in a vacuum. You’re an orchestra of forces, some cosmic, some cellular, all playing at once.

As above, so below.

Galaxies collapse into black holes; cells collapse into burnout. Stars flare and dim; emotions flare and dim. It’s the same pattern, just scaled differently.

The real trick — maybe the only trick — is realizing that the chaos inside isn’t personal failure.

It’s participation.

You’re living the macrocosm in miniature.

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