After years of dissecting philosophy, spirituality and psychology, I’ve surrendered to the truth: meaning isn’t discovered, it’s created. Passion, service, curiosity — these are the brushes we use to paint our purpose onto the void. Earth isn’t a stage for grand cosmic dramas; it’s a workshop. A place to learn, fail, and relearn what it means to be alive. Lately, I’ve been dancing with fire — the kind that licks at the edges of existence. Passion, ecstasy, moments where the veil thins and the...