I am a human being. Full of contradictions and complexities, most of which I’ll never understand. I’m full of heartbreak and endless amounts of love.
Brands are boxes. What we really need is honesty.
We need authenticity. We need people telling the truth.
We don’t need a filtered version of the frontlines. We’re resilient, we can handle it.
People won’t love you less when you show your scars, scabs, and bruises.
Hell, it’s much easier to relax knowing that nothing is secret.
I’m still not fully comfortable with my entire life, failures and follies, being broadcasted around the world.
But, we still have power to choose. But, please. For the sake of us all, just tell the damn truth.
We can tell when you’re lying.
We can tell when your intentions are for shares alone.
Let’s bring substance and lifelong work back to the table and eat from here.
I’m tired of empty plates. Vapid, self-indulgent shit won’t fill you up very long.
Here’s a toast for those willing to bear their bones to the world.
We’re not so different after all.