Not Here for Your Opinion

I’m not here to change your mind.
I’m not here to offer a hot take, a fresh spin, or whatever sterilized bullshit we’re calling thought leadership these days.
I’m not here to react faster than you can scroll.

I’m not an expert.
I’m not a guru.
I’m not the voice of reason or the voice of the people.

I’m a writer.

I’m here to close the gap.

The one between my taste and my ability.
The one between what I see in my head and what shows up on the page.
The one between what I mean and what actually gets through all your filters, distractions, and dopamine-drenched feeds.

And I can’t do that by censoring myself.
By branding myself.
By waiting for the perfect angle, the perfect moment, the perfect lighting, the perfect reception.

That gap gets smaller when I speak from the heart.
When I stop bullshitting myself.
When I hit “publish” without asking if it’s going to land.

Bit by bit, word by word, line by line —
what’s in my head will reach your eyes.

And maybe that’s not radical.
Maybe that’s not enough for the culture of performance we live in.

But it’s enough for me.
It has to be.
Because it’s the only honest thing I have left.