"Every day, I pause.
I breathe.
And I pray—not for things, but to let go.
"No agenda. No fix-it list. Just a simple blessing:
"I wish them deepest well-being, happiness, and joy.
"I say it for the people I love.
For the people I’ve let slip away.
For the people who ghosted me ...
And yes—for the trolls in the comment section who show up like caffeinated hornets, stinging before reading.
"Here’s the kicker:
Some days it feels like nothing.
Other days, it feels like the most radical thing I do.
"Because in a world engineered to reward outrage, choosing tenderness is a quiet rebellion.
It doesn’t mean letting people walk all over you.
It means refusing to carry their poison inside your own soul.
"It’s not about sainthood. It’s about spiritual self-defense that doesn’t turn you into what you’re defending against.
"So yeah, maybe I’m praying for you.
Maybe I’m praying for that guy who called me a heretic with a man bun.
Maybe I’m praying for the me from 10 years ago who thought he had to fix everyone.
"But mostly, I’m praying because it feels good to be soft in a world trying to turn us all into sandpaper.
"Give it a shot."
~ Aleksander Constantinoropolis