Everything is in plain sight. The collapse isn’t hiding. It’s broadcast, livestreamed, cheered on. But so is the invitation. To remember. To ground. To choose consciously.

For anyone with eyes to see past the spectacle and ears to hear the quiet click of something old falling apart, this is exposure.

We’re witnessing the fall of a world that trained us to forget. To hand over our power in exchange for comfort, validation, control.

But what if the systems aren’t breaking? What if they’re just finishing their job — to push us so far from ourselves that we finally say no more?

Maybe this isn’t about fixing what’s broken. It’s about seeing it clearly enough to walk away. Not with more outrage but with clarity.

This isn’t about becoming enlightened. It’s about getting honest about what’s been running us. What roles we’ve been performing. What illusions I’ve kept alive to stay comfortable and safe.

And that’s the paradox: The world feels like it’s ending. But maybe it’s just the script that’s dying.

And when we keep waiting for someone else to write the story — the system, the savior, the spiritual upgrade — we get sequels, reruns — propaganda in prettier packaging, stamped ‘new and improved.’

But when you not only say enough, but also choose to create what hasn’t existed, then a new field opens in the unknown.

So when is enough, enough? What wants to come through your hands and heart, while you’re still here?

PS Imagine you were gifted a beautiful abundant natural planet (which you were), what would you create while you’re here?