Something has been bothering me for quite a while.

Why do so many of us have everything right on paper: food, a job, a roof over our head, Netflix, and still feel like something is out of tune?

You have done the reading, the podcasts, the healing, talking to someone, all the analyzing and overthinking.

And still something inside keeps nagging:

Where is the fire in my belly?

Where is the oxygen in my chest?

Where are the dragons?

What happened to the life force I felt when I was little?

Wanting to live more in touch with yourself is not being spoiled or ungrateful.

That conditioning was always just a way to keep you smaller. More polite. More domesticated.

But here's what I think: the world becomes more beautiful, more magical and peaceful, more alive, when each of us stops performing a role that feels out of tune, and starts living from what is completely, ferociously, uniquely yours.

Fire. A calling. That ancient thing that was always in there.

I have built something that strips it down to the core and might mess with how you see things (in a good way).

To give you a glimpse of what becomes possible when you stop outsourcing your direction.

Read my piece. It might be the most useful five minutes you spend today.