SAM Frida

They didn’t choose where they were born. Yet somehow, the world decided what they are worth. In Palestine, and in so many forgotten corners of the earth, entire communities are treated as if they are less—less deserving of peace, of dignity, of investment, of life....

There are no words that can soften the truth. Children are being killed. Again and again. We call the killers monsters— But what do we call ourselves when we watch it happen and carry on with dinner plans? With holiday bookings? With silence? Amanda Gorman said it...

(Make sense of this as you wish) You're a setting sunEver on the runAnd there's thing's you've doneThat won't leave you aloneThe weight you've grownSolid as stoneHas put down belowEveryone you know But you know the nightWhere've your days goneKept you out aloneWhere...

You can’t control the heart. As much as you try—logic it away, box it in, delay it—it pulses on its own timeline. It whispers go anyway even when nothing makes sense. And honestly? I don’t know how anyone lives a full life without following their heart. But here’s...

We say we want a better world. We want clean air, kind neighbors, safe streets, good schools, a peaceful future for our kids. But then… we keep running. Consuming. Reacting. Upgrading. Reposting. Chasing. Prompting. Now AI—ChatGPT included—is the latest thing...

We glorify individuality. We preach that every human is unique. That no two people are alike. So why the hell do we keep building boxes for people to fit into? Why do we shove those whose minds move like jazz—fluid, unpredictable, expansive—into square molds built for...

There’s something deeply unsettling about the way people consume the misery of others—especially when it’s packaged as entertainment. A private moment of two human beings unraveling in public at a concert became a viral joke overnight. No names needed—you already know...

In a world overflowing with buzzwords—healing, authenticity, alignment—it’s easy to feel lost in the noise. People wear these words like trending accessories, and sometimes, the loudest voices are still speaking from places they haven’t fully explored within...