⚔️ You Were Never Meant to Read This ⚔️
Not everyone will make it past this point, because, this isn’t for the endlessly entertained.
👉Or the comfortably numb.
👉Or the ones still hypnotized by headlines and high scores.
This is only for those with THE itch.
That crack in the lens.
You know...
The whisper that something’s off - has always been off, but no one around seemed to notice.
It’s for those with eyes that have started to see past the veil...
And ears that have started to tune out the static...
With hearts beating a little louder when they hear the truth spoken out loud.
If that’s you?
Keep reading.
'Cause you’re exactly where you’re meant to be, even if the world swears you’re not.
Or everything in your old life starts to shake.
Because once these words land, your old story won’t fit anymore.
And THAT'S the whole point.
❌You Were Never Meant To Read This❌
They, Those... THEM!
👉NOT according to them... Nor those curriculum crafters.
👉NOT credentialed narrators.
👉Or the faceless architects who built the maze you’ve been calling life
Because the moment you REALLY read it... that's when the unraveling begins.
And once that thread is pulled?
It won't stop.
➡️You'll begin to see the seams in the story you were handed.
➡️Feel the tightness in your life you used to call "normal."
➡️And start to hear questions that don’t have pre-approved answers
Problem
❓Who did I become to survive this system?
❓Why do I feel more real in silence than in success?
❓What was buried beneath the noise?
Solution
And just like that, the spell begins to break.
The distractions lose their flavor, like gum chewed past its sweetness.
Like neon signs flickering in daylight.
Junk food when you finally get a taste of the REAL stuff.
Like a laugh track when you’ve outgrown the show, or scrolling an infinite feed and forgetting what you came for.
What once buzzed you out, now tastes like dirt.
What once consumed your time now seems hollow.
The music? Too loud.
The games? Puh!
The “musts” and “shoulds” and shiny next steps?
Just background noise on a stage you didn’t audition for and now...
DON'T ever waste energy on.
Because when that quiet knowing awakes, the old "drugs" can’t keep you sedated anymore.
You don’t want more CONTENT!
You want contact.
Not more stimulation...
But, REAL sensation.
Truth that makes your spine sit up straighter.
Work that sets your soul to song,
and stillness cradled tenderly - like the child you once mourned, now returned to your arms
(Ask me how I know😉)
dedo
-Chief Meme Officer-
And just like that, the spell begins to break.
The distractions lose their flavor.
The performances feel hollow.
The glittering cage starts to show its rust.
Because that hum beneath your skin? That ache in your bones?
It wasn’t a flaw.
It was the signal.
A sacred alarm clock.
Set by your soul before you ever entered the noise.
And that noise?
It’s not accidental.
It’s orchestral.
A grand distraction, looped in infinite variations:
👉 Chase this.
👉 Buy that.
👉 Become more.
👉 Don’t stop.
👉 DON'T look within.
Because if you do... if you pause long enough to listen?
You’ll hear something terrifying and sacred
You're NOT broken.
And you were never lost.
You were just buried.
➡️Under labels.
➡️Roles.
➡️And years of being shaped for someone else’s system.
But now… something in you is crackin' open.
And what waits on the other side isn’t some glittering life hack.
Or an 8-step formula to manifest a fkin' Lambo.
It’s YOU.
💥Unfiltered.
💥Unmasked.
💥Untamed.
The version that doesn’t flinch at truth.
Or contort to be understood.
Or barter their soul for acceptance.
This path? It’s not convenient.
It’s not cozy.
It certainly WON'T win you applause at parties.
But it WILL return your power.
Bit by bit...
Breath by breath.
You’ll begin to recognize the programming you once called personality.
You’ll feel your intuition sharpen like a blade.
And you’ll reclaim decisions you didn’t even know you outsourced.
Because when the noise dies down?
The signal speaks clearly.
You were never meant to sleepwalk through this life.
You were never meant to obey, perform, retire, and fkin' rot.
You came here to remember.
To burn away what isn’t you.
To rebuild with ash-covered hands.
To rise…
like a Phoenix from the coals of spent energy -
not in haste, but in sacred defiance,
breathing life into ashes
that once whispered “you’re done.”
Wings forged from those that tried to break you.
Fire, not as fury...
but as becoming.
So if your chest is thundering right now…
If you feel something ancient waking up behind your ribs…
Know this
They were right about one thing...
You were never meant to find this.
But you did.
And now that you’ve read it…
You don’t go back.
You go in.
Wow, Dedo—this piece felt like a mirror held up to the soul. Reading it stirred something deep within me, that quiet knowing I’ve often tried to silence amidst the noise of daily life. Your words peeled back layers I didn’t realize I was still carrying, reminding me that the discomfort isn’t a flaw—it’s a signal.
Thank you for articulating what so many of us feel but struggle to express. This isn’t just a blog post; it’s a wake-up call, a gentle yet firm nudge to remember who we truly are beneath the roles and expectations. Grateful for your voice and the light it brings to those ready to see.
Alyssa… what a stunning reflection.
You’ve captured exactly what I hope these words do – not just land… but uncover.
And that quiet knowing you mentioned?
It’s the REAL compass.
The one that still points true even when the world tries to drown it in white noise.
Because, now you know… discomfort isn’t a flaw – it’s sacred data.
A soul-signal.
A flare from the parts of us refusing to stay buried under “shoulds” and “somedays.”
Thank you, Alyssa…
For not only receiving the message so deeply, but also for echoing it back with such clarity and grace.
Feels like we’re tuning into the same frequency.
Here’s to remembering what was never truly lost.
In your corner
Dedo (Chief MEME Officer)
This piece really caught me off guard—in the best way. It felt like an invitation to slow down and feel rather than just consume words. The rawness and vulnerability behind your message resonated deeply with me, especially the idea that some messages are more for the writer’s healing than the reader’s understanding.
It reminded me of times when I’ve written in my journal, unsure if the words were meant for anyone but myself. But oddly enough, those are often the things that connect most with others when I do share them.
One question I had: when you write something this personal, how do you decide whether to publish it or keep it private? Is it intuition, or are you hoping it reaches a specific kind of reader?
In my opinion, we need more of this kind of writing—unpolished, real, and emotionally honest. Thank you for the courage to share something that doesn’t fit a neat category. It definitely was meant to be read—at least by me.
Tommy, my man… this was a FEAST of a comment.
You’ve tapped straight into the marrow of what I was feeling when I wrote it – not polished, not packaged… just poured.
And you’re right…
Some things don’t arrive for clarity or claps.
They show up to be witnessed, even if that witness is only me, blinking back at myself.
As for knowing whether to share or shelve?
I’d say it’s 90% intuition, 10% defiance.
Because, here’s the thing…
If the piece makes me feel slightly exposed but quietly proud… like I’ve cracked open something raw but true, it usually means someone else needs it, too.
NOT everyone. But someone.
And for lil’ ole me… that’s enough.
Funny though…
How the shit we write “just for us” ends up being the most for others.
What says you?
Anyway, appreciate you big time for meeting this piece with such presence Tommy.
Feels less like you commented and more like you sat down beside it.
In your corner
Dedo (Chief MEME Officer)