I cant see. I cant hear. But I can feel.

In a world that is slowly turning into a place I don’t understand, trust, or recognize, the only thing that keeps me moving forward is how I feel.

It often feels like a balancing act, siding with one perspective and then the other. What once made sense no longer does. The only thing that truly resonates with me is the natural world around me. Each day, the animals and plants go about their routines, thriving in their environment. Every day is unique, yet the outcomes are the same: they are nourished, rested, and constantly experiencing their own adventures. It’s beautiful. It’s peaceful. It’s the only rhythm I understand.

In nature, what I see, what I hear, and what I feel all make sense.

But what I see in our digitally driven world does not.

Everywhere I turn, messaging disrupts what I thought to be true. It’s all controlled by an algorithm beyond my reach. I’d much rather tune into my own “algorithm” that guides me in the direction I need to go, but my internal compass feels confused.

What can I trust anymore?

Who can I trust anymore?

What am I supposed to disagree with?

What am I supposed to agree with?

What I once disagreed with is starting to make more sense, but it feels wrong. It doesn’t feel like it comes from a place of love. It feels like I’m being manipulated again, but now toward the other side of the coin. I see blue. I see red. I see death. I see hate.

I feel heartache.

What I hear on the news saddens me, but it also aggravates me. News anchors repeat the same negative stories, while no one is fixing the problems they promised to address. There’s a flood. People died. The homeless continue to suffer. The cost of living rises. The housing crisis persists. It feels like endless chatter, going in circles, and I simply can’t listen anymore. I hear complaints. I hear drama. I hear fear.

I feel stuck.

Will we ever see a world where the narrative changes? A world where every soul has a home, where life, love, and safety are accessible to all. Where children are no longer in danger, and they grow up thriving in a world that returns to the natural rhythm of peace, calm, and flow.

I feel hope.

There are small glimmers that show up from time to time, and they’re always right in my backyard.

The whispers come from the trees, the warm embrace of the sun keeps me safe, love radiates from the animals that share this world, and serendipity continues to work its magic. When I align with this wavelength, my world gets smaller, but I feel happier. I don’t want more words. I want more love.

It’s in moments shared with an animal, like the one pictured, that I remember what peace can feel like. It’s a place where no algorithm dictates what I see or when I see it. It’s a natural rhythm—one that doesn’t remind me to worry about interest rates or whether I’ll ever afford a home with stairs and a backyard.

When my life comes to an end, I hope my story will be one not dictated by the noise around me, but led by the feelings and serendipitous moments that always guided me in the right direction.

And I hope the same for you.

The algorithm of our souls is the only algorithm we can trust.