Thoughtful Threads

A Transformation of the Soul

Love is not merely an action or a series of kind gestures—it is a transformation of the soul, a state of being that radiates from within. When love is reduced to what we do, it becomes transactional, measured by deeds and expectations.

When love becomes who you are, it flows effortlessly into everything you do.

However, true love is something deeper; it is what we become when we cultivate compassion, understanding, and selflessness as intrinsic parts of our nature. It is not about performing acts of love but embodying love itself, allowing it to shape our thoughts, intentions, and presence in the world.

In becoming love, we do not just give it—we are it, effortlessly and endlessly.

Age may weaken the structure, but its foundation still stands strong.

Aging is not merely a loss of youth, but the gathering of resilience, wisdom, and the quiet strength that comes with enduring time

Time may weather an old building, leaving cracks in its walls and wear upon its beams, yet its foundation remains steadfast, much like the spirit of a person who has lived through the trials of life.

What appears to be decay is, in truth, a testament to endurance—each scar in the wood, each missing brick, tells a story of resilience.

The building, though weakened, has stood against storms, just as an aging person has faced hardships, loss, and change. Though no longer in its prime, it holds a quiet strength, shaped by the years rather than diminished by them. There is beauty in what remains, not because it has avoided the ravages of time, but because…

The lasting wounds of being made to feel like a mistake.

𝑁𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑.

As a child at the age of six, I tried to end my life, by hanging myself from the front porch railing. I can still remember asking God why someone like me was allowed to be born. Even at that young age, I had already learned that who I was—something I had no control over—was seen as wrong.

Being chastised and made to feel ashamed for simply existing filled me with a sense of isolation so deep that I believed there was no place for me in the world. I didn’t have the words to explain my pain,…