You Can’t Outrun What’s Written



There comes a moment sometimes when you realizes that something or that dream you once held tightly into was never truly meant for you. It stings at first of course and there is that bitterness of letting it go.

 But with time, that feeling turns into acceptance, maybe even peace.

Let's be real not everything we desire is written for us and for once it may not be a failure, but rather a form of protection. This idea that what is meant for you will find its way; is not always an easy belief, especially in a world that constantly tells us we can achieve anything if we just try hard enough.

But what if effort alone isn’t the whole story? that there is a greater purpose beyond our control.

For some, this way of thinking may feel uncomfortable or even controversial; which I still can't believe that our society created this tendency to separate life from faith, to basically treat religion as something optional, something to set aside in conversations just to appear more “rational” or “modern.”

Why does it have to be that way?

We are not perfect, quite far from it and we never will be. But there is something deeply healing in integrating faith in our conversations, and to believe that there is meaning beyond what we can see or control.

And yet here we are; slowly being shaped into purely logical beings, chasing ideas of liberation that sometimes strip away that sense of spiritual anchoring we used to have.

Have we reached a point where being openly connected to faith is something to be questioned or even dismissed?

This isn’t about forcing beliefs onto anyone. It’s not about convincing or proving an idea, it’s simply about leaving the door open, about allowing space for faith to exist in conversations without being pushed aside or treated as irrelevant.

Because closing that door entirely feels like losing something important.


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