I see you.

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Staring at the life you built
and wondering how it ended up so far from your truth.

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Trying to make it work.
Trying to stay grateful.
Trying not to scream.

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But inside?

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You’re one breath away from setting the whole thing on fire.

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And maybe that’s not a bad thing.

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Maybe this isn’t destruction.  Maybe it’s clarity.   Maybe it’s your soul saying, “This isn’t it.”

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And maybe—just maybe— the part of you that wants to burn it down is the part that finally remembered you were never meant to live in a cage.

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So here’s your permission: Torch the illusions.  Dismantle the roles.  Shake the foundations of everything that asked you to abandon yourself.

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Not because you’re reckless.
But because you’re ready.

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Ready to build something true.
Ready to choose what aligns.
Ready to stop betraying your own fire just to keep the peace.

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This is sacred rage.   This is divine rebellion.

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And yes— you’re allowed to start again.

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Especially if the life you’re walking away from what was never really yours.

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— From the one holding the match, and the map.