A manifesto for the single ones
I am single, not empty.
I am open, not available to everything.
I no longer confuse desire with truth.
I no longer mistake intensity for alignment.
Not every instinct deserves action.
Some instincts are born from ego, self-image, and hunger to be chosen.
Some instincts rise when I am bored, lonely, restless, or disconnected from myself.
I know the difference now.
Ego instinct rushes. It seduces. It asks for validation and calls it chemistry.
Soul instinct does not rush. It does not negotiate. It does not need urgency to exist.
If I have to convince myself, it is not a knowing. If it needs hope to survive, it is not true.
I do not fall in love with potential. Potential has no integrity.
It is imagination asking for patience.
I do not stay where consistency is missing. I do not explain away discomfort.
I do not lower my standards quietly and call it understanding.
Confusion is information.
Urgency is not intuition — it is anxiety wearing perfume.
I choose what leaves my body steady, my mind clear, my energy intact.
If it costs me my peace, it costs too much.
I accept that stepping away will hurt.
Not because I am losing someone — but because I am withdrawing from a fantasy I once lived inside.
Time is my ally.
Time softens illusion.
Time returns me to myself.
Nothing real disappears when I stop chasing it.
What is meant for me does not require self-betrayal.
I choose consistency over chemistry.
Presence over possibility.
Truth over longing.
I would rather be alone than abandon myself. I would rather wait than rush into confusion.
Not every pull is a yes. Not every no is loss. Some noes are self-respect arriving quietly.
And in that quiet, my body rests, my mind settles, my energy comes home.
That is not loneliness.
That is alignment.