JUST LET GO.

on the freedom that lives on the other side of letting go

May 20, 2026

may 20th, 20:43.

i haven’t slept properly in two weeks.

not because of insomnia.

because i’ve been having these thoughts lately. relentless, unwavering thoughts that bled into every waking hour and haunted me when i tried to sleep. and on the nights i actually managed to fall asleep, they woke me at the darkest hours driving me to insanity.

so i tried to reppress them. but somehow, the more i repressed them, the stronger they grew. every time i escaped into something else, they came back with double the force.

today i said enough.

it’s time to face your demons. time for a real, big, fat conversation with yourself.

i got in my car and went cruising. away from all this noise, these people and distractions. i drove into the sun and the dying rays of it bled through the windshield and blinded me.

thirty minutes later i pulled into the nearest parking lot.

some half-empty strip mall. a few cars left. people trickling out of a closing supermarket with their bags, heading home to whatever version of life they’ve settled for.

i step out. light a cigarette.

and standing there in the cooling air i realize something i’ve been running from this whole time.

a truth about myself. about who i am and how i’ve been living.

was i even conscious this whole time?

or just sleepwalking. going through the motions of a life that looked fine from the outside while the realest part of me was slowly dying from the inside.

i get back in the car.

laptop resting lightly on the steering wheel as i write these words. barely thinking. barely trying.

it doesn’t feel like me writing this.

it feels like someone else. the version of me that exists beneath all that noise, beneath all that performance, beneath all that carefully maintained bullshit i've been calling a personality.

my alter ego. my third eye. finally awake.

and here is what it wants to say.

there is only one way to get everything you’ve ever wanted.

you have to let go.

because everything you’ve ever dreamed of is waiting on the other side of it.

the line between the version of you that you are and the version of you that you could be is impossibly thin. separated only by one almost invisible decision.

by the end of this, you’ll know exactly what i mean.

the sun is completely gone now.

it’s dark, cold and lonely out here. perfect.

only in these hours can you be truly honest with yourself.

let’s get into it.

MODERN SLAVERY

despite the fact that slavery was officially abolished roughly 200 years ago, almost everyone i know is still a slave.

think about it.

does the average person have freedom of time? can you decide tomorrow morning that you’re not going in, that you’re done, that your hours belong to you and nobody else?

no.

does the average person have freedom of location? can you just pack up and spend next month on a caribbean island because you felt like it?

no.

does the average person have freedom of money? can you walk away from your job today and still eat next month, still pay rent, still live without the whole thing collapsing?

no.

and most importantly. does the average person have freedom of thought?

no.

the average person cannot sit in silence for ten minutes without reaching for their phone. cannot consciously direct their attention for an hour without being hijacked by anxiety, distraction or someone else’s agenda. cannot observe their own thoughts, let alone control them.

we live in a gigantic, invisible prison and we call it living.

and anytime someone gets close to questioning it, close to the actual ‘near-life experience’of real freedom, we call it dangerous. unrealistic. irresponsible.

and the scariest part of all?

the average person doesn’t even realize they’re inside a prison.

it’s only when they’re lying on their deathbed, scanning through the thin remnants of their shitty life that they realize how much of it they spent performing for people who didn’t matter, chasing things they never actually wanted, living by rules they never even agreed to.

but so long as you’re still breathing, there is a way out.

and to my mind, there is only one.

YOU HAVE TO LET GO

you see, the whole point is not to escape. but to realize what even got us there in the first place.

because the person might leave the prison. but if they haven't done a proper inventory of themselves throughout the time while being inside, they will rebuild the exact same one somewhere else. different walls. same cage. again and again and again.

you can have all the time and money in the world and still be a slave.

and the slavery, it turns out, is not the job or the routine or the obligations.

it’s the version of you that you’ve been clinging so hard to this whole time.

there is this idea of yourself that you carry. the image you’ve built, and throughout X years of your life your subconscious mind has conceptualized as truth.

and this version of you shows up in everything you do.

from the clothes you wear.

through the way you walk, speak and react.

all the way to your deepest fears, beliefs and insecurities that you carry with you every single day.

and even though your conscious mind tries to deny it all, you have this concept of yourself where you are free in all these ways. and you cling to it when it gets really really dark.

but it ends just there.

with just a thought.

a distant, hazy, unmaterialized possibility that exists somewhere in the quantum field. one you come back to from time to time to distract yourself when your actual pathetic, shitty and tedious existence gets too heavy to ignore with doom-scrolling.

and then you put the phone down. close the tab. go to sleep. wake up and do it all over again.

until one day you don’t wake up at all.

it’s only after we have lost everything that we are free to do anything.

it all begins with a decision.

everything that does not serve you is only out there to control you.

you just have to let it go.

and you don’t do it by forcing it. by trying. by white-knuckling your way into a new person.

stay with me. it’s all going to make sense.

YOUR ROLE OF A LIFETIME

you have a version of yourself somewhere in the back of your mind.

the version that is free in all the ways you actually are not.

the version that doesn’t carry all that accumulated weight of limitations, fears and other people’s expectations.

the version that can say whatever it wants, do whatever it wants, move through the world without giving a single fuck about what anyone else thinks.

the version that executes without drowning in what ifs.

the version that is smart. confident. capable. and above all, free.

the whole point is bridging the gap between that version and the one standing in front of the mirror right now.

and the only way to bridge it is to become an actor.

sometimes it’s as simple as watching someone who already embodies what you want and mimicking it in real time. the posture. the cadence. the way they occupy space.

other times it’s deeper than that.

you play the role.

not from the outside. from the inside. you step into that version of yourself the way an actor steps into a character. fully. completely. with no apology.

i’m not asking you to become it. that would be too much to ask.

for now, you just have to play it.

and if you think about it, it’s not even that strange. you’re already playing a character. you’ve been playing one your whole life. the difference is that one was written for you by someone else.

this time, you write it yourself.

and you have the guts to just run with it.

with time, the mask fuses to skin.

the role becomes the self.

you no longer have to play.