The Death Hiding Inside the Pursuit of Happiness

There’s a quieter kind of death that doesn’t make headlines.

It’s the death of self—slow, sanctioned, and sold to us in sparkly packaging.

This death is caused not by illness or accident, but by inheritance.
By the ideas we swallowed whole about who we should be…
and what our lives are supposed to be for.

The lie?
That the ultimate goal of life is the Pursuit of Happiness.

Sounds harmless, even noble—until you see it for what it is.
A brilliantly engineered hamster wheel.
A rigged game built by systems that profit from your dissatisfaction.

Because in a culture built on consumption and comparison,
the Pursuit must never end.
You must always be upgrading, chasing, fixing, improving.
Never arriving. Never enough.

And the institutions that shape our world—governments, corporations, media—
they know this.
They capitalize on your insecurity, your need to belong, your ache to matter.
They keep you striving so you’ll stay buying.
They keep you doubting so you’ll stay obedient.

It’s the un-secret secret behind modern marketing, political strategy, and even mainstream self-help.

And we feel it.
That growing sense of dislocation.
That uneasy suspicion that something about the whole setup is off.

Because it is.

We are, all of us, waking up inside the glitching matrix.
We’re catching on.

This mass awakening isn’t about rage or rebellion for rebellion’s sake.
It’s about remembering.

Remembering that we were never meant to be human batteries.
That our worth was never meant to be measured in productivity.
That our lives were never supposed to be pretty prisons of performance.

We’re remembering that there’s another way.
A deeper, wilder, truer way.

And we’re saying, in rising numbers:
No more. I’m done playing by rules I never agreed to. I gave up on that three years ago formally.

So Where Are We Headed?

If you want to know where culture is evolving, don’t look at politicians or pundits.
Look at the artists.
The poets.
The disillusioned mid-lifers.
The quiet quitters.
The ones creating from the edges.
The ones breaking open and reaching toward each other.

They’re pointing toward something else.

A way of living that centers authenticity, creativity, community, and soul-aligned sovereignty.
A way of being that feels human again.

And make no mistake—this isn’t a soft pivot.
It’s a reclamation.

Of voice.
Of agency.
Of a story worth living.

The End of the Solo Quest

You’ve probably heard the old saying:

“If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.”

But even that feels outdated now.

Because going solo doesn’t mean going fast anymore.
It often means burnout.
It means whispering your dreams into the void with no one to witness them.

The new frontier?
Going together.
Far and fast.
With others who are aiming for the horizon, too.

That has been the greatest lesson of my own journey.

It’s why I’ve been slowly, intentionally building something.
A sanctuary for the souls standing at the edge of what used to work.
A space for those who are reinventing their stories and rewilding their lives.

If You’re Feeling This...

Maybe you’re a midlife woman who’s done everything “right”—
career, caregiving, credentials—but still feels like something essential is missing.

Maybe you’re a creator, entrepreneur, or leader feeling the tension between your old identity and the emerging next version of yourself.

Maybe you’re simply exhausted by the pressure to do it all alone.

If you’ve reached the map’s edge,
If the Voice inside you is whispering “There’s more”...
Know this:

You are not crazy.
You are not broken.
You are not late.

You’re just being called.

And the Purpose?

After years of studying, seeking, and stumbling, I’ve come to believe this:

Your purpose is not a role.
Not a job title.
Not even a mission statement.

It’s you.
Fully expressed. Fiercely alive. Deeply connected.

Every ancient tradition knew this.
Every mystic wrote about it.
Even modern science is catching up: our greatest suffering stems from self-betrayal.

So the way forward isn’t out—it’s in.
Through.
Deeper.
Realer.
Together.

And if you’re looking for the others—
I made this for you.

Because your second act?
It’s not just another chapter.

It’s the expedition.

And this time, you don’t have to walk it alone.