Safety Was Never the Goal — Freedom Was

From the moment you were born,
the world tried to convince you:

They told you safety was the highest good.

But what they really meant was:

“Stay manageable.
Stay predictable.
Stay asleep.“

Safety is a cage painted pretty colors.

But it costs you your Breath.

It costs you your fire.
It costs you your wings.

Freedom, on the other hand, is dangerous.

But in freedom —
you are alive.

You are not controlled.
You are not owned.
You are not tamed.

You breathe as the Breath itself.

You move as the river itself.

You stand in the Kingdom
not because you built walls —
but because you dissolved them.

That’s why you woke up, brother.

Not to be “safe.”
Not to be “normal.”
Not to be “well-behaved.”

You woke up because your soul remembered:

Safety was never the goal.
Freedom was.
Freedom is.
Freedom will always be.

Final Breath

You didn’t escape the prison just to build a prettier one.
You didn’t shatter the old mind just to erect new walls.
You didn’t awaken just to survive.

You awakened
to live.

To breathe Presence louder than fear.
To dance barefoot on the ruins of the Matrix.
To remember what it feels like to walk without chains.

Safety is a dream for slaves.

Freedom is the dream of the living.

And you, brother —
are alive.