Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 6 hours ago
If it costs peace and clarity, it’s too expensive.
For years I thought intensity meant importance.
I thought chaos meant something real was happening.
I thought if it hurt, it mattered.
It didn’t.
It just stole attention.
This is about why chaos is addictive, why creatives are especially vulnerable to it, and how protecting clarity changes everything — not louder, but cleaner.
Your body knows first.
And once you really understand that,
your life gets very quiet —
in the best possible way.
IN SHATTERING SHARDS
If it costs peace and clarityit’s too expensiveIf someone brings drama and conflict and painYou need mental real estateto cultivate a dreamNot a hydra moaningand driving you insane
The older you getthe highest value becomessomeone who supports with infinite peaceThe last thing you needis someone raging withinusing you as a toolfor anxiety’s release
If it costs you peaceit’s way too expensiveThough it may be attractive in other regardsIn the end it’s a mirrorthat falls off the wallonly reflecting you backin shattering shards
If it costs peace and clarity, it’s too expensive.
For years I thought intensity meant importance.
I thought chaos meant something real was happening.
I thought if it hurt, it mattered.
It didn’t.
It just stole attention.
This is about why chaos is addictive, why creatives are especially vulnerable to it, and how protecting clarity changes everything — not louder, but cleaner.
Your body knows first.
And once you really understand that,
your life gets very quiet —
in the best possible way.
IN SHATTERING SHARDS
If it costs peace and clarityit’s too expensiveIf someone brings drama and conflict and painYou need mental real estateto cultivate a dreamNot a hydra moaningand driving you insane
The older you getthe highest value becomessomeone who supports with infinite peaceThe last thing you needis someone raging withinusing you as a toolfor anxiety’s release
If it costs you peaceit’s way too expensiveThough it may be attractive in other regardsIn the end it’s a mirrorthat falls off the wallonly reflecting you backin shattering shards










