Finding Meaning in a World That Forgot

There’s a slow drift happening—away from the natural, the meaningful, the real. And most people don’t even realize how far they’ve gone.

It’s not their fault. The system is designed that way. Convenience is sold as freedom. Artificial is sold as safe. Everything we used to know in our bones has been buried under packaging, productivity, and pills.

Most of what people eat, wear, or use to heal never touched a living thing. It came from labs, factories, warehouses. Clean. Predictable. Hollow.

But something in us remembers.

For me, it started with food. Then animals. Then plants. I didn’t need to romanticize anything. I just needed to stop outsourcing my life. I started pulling away from what was easy, and leaning into what was real. One decision at a time.

Self-sufficiency isn’t about control. It’s about connection. It’s not about being perfect. It’s about remembering that there’s another way to live—and then choosing it, even when it costs more time, more energy, more presence.

This life I’m building doesn’t come in a kit. There’s no app for it.
But every time I step outside barefoot, every time I make my own tea, every time I raise my own meat or cut my own herbs, I remember: I don’t need the system to tell me what matters.

If you feel that pull—toward something slower, quieter, more grounded—you’re not broken.
You’re waking up.

And it’s okay to take your time coming back—
just know the door won’t stay open forever.