Empathy isn’t agreement — it’s taking a moment to see the person before the opinion, the story before the stance. Maybe the most radical thing we can do is listen.

The poor and the rich both respond rationally to the incentives of capitalism — but only one group gets applauded for it.

Maybe the real American dream isn’t owning a house or hitting six figures — it’s finally being paid what we’re worth, no matter what kind of work that is.

Maybe the goal isn’t to prove we can survive harder than the next person — but to build a world where survival isn’t the measure of success at all.

I didn’t start writing to be a writer. I started to make sense of the noise. And maybe, in the process, help someone else do the same.