Every living thing on this Earth came here knowing exactly how to be itself. The trees don’t ask for instruction before they root. The oceans don’t need applause to swell and crash. The moon never questions if she’s too much or too little depending on the night. The birds don’t wait for permission to sing. They just are, because that’s what the pulse of life moving through them demands. 

Humans may be the only ones who forget we are nature. Not beside it, not watching it. Of it. It’s as if somewhere along our path, the direct line to soul started picking up interference—static from systems and noise from the past that taught us to be obedient before we were ever invited to be real.

This interference is what we call the human condition.

Though we use the terms interchangeably, human nature and the human condition are, in many ways, opposites. One is original. The other is inherited. One is how you arrived. The other is how you learned to see. One reflects the direct expression of life moving through you. The other reflects the layers accumulated in an effort to survive your forgetting.

We come into this life like wildflower seeds, coded with a design so precise and so intentional that it holds not only our beauty, but our medicine. Certain flowers may carry colors or qualities that have never existed before, so their very being calls in pollinators and ecosystems yet unseen in the field. This is the nature of originality. It introduces possibility, evolving the environment simply by fulfilling its form. Together, we make a field so diverse and so rich that it feeds the world simply by being what it is.

Imagine that same wild field, now overtaken by monoculture. Every seed is taught it must grow into a daisy and the field gets tamed. Standardized. The poppy dims her fire. The sunflower bows her head. The lavender holds her breath. The dandelion, once full of wishes and wind, vanishes altogether. Each flower contorts itself unaware that, in doing so, it forfeits the exact life its existence was meant to call in. The loss is not just internal dissonance; it’s the absence of the relationships and contributions that only it could create. This is the cost of conditioning. A life unlived.

A life shaped to fit the mold of the past cannot magnetize the future it was built to create. In this way, the friends, places, ideas, and opportunities meant for you do not recognize the version of you that is trying to be someone else. Your signal isn’t the same.

You may sense this feeling of dissonance as exhaustion or frustration, like why does my life not reflect who I feel I am? Why does it feel like something is missing, or misaligned? The answer is usually not that something is missing, but that something has been overwritten. The longer we contort, the deeper we bury our authenticity.

When enough people live this way, a culture begins to form around the forgetting. The disconnection becomes normalized and institutions are built on top of it. Entire systems start rewarding the mask and punishing the essence. We stop asking, “Is this true for me?” and start asking, “Will this be accepted?” We trade instinct for logic and mystery for certainty and, in that trade, begin to ridicule the very things that tether us back to our deeper intelligence.

We ridicule astrology while accepting, without question, that we live on a floating sphere suspended in infinite space, hurling around a ball of fire. We dismiss energy work as mystical nonsense even though quartz powers our watches and copper carries the electricity in our walls. We mock intuitive knowing, then turn around and trust a “gut feeling” not to walk down a certain street.

None of this is inherently irrational but we’ve been conditioned to believe it is. A collective trained to reject what cannot be seen will cast those who do see as eccentric as best, dangerous at worst. Still, beneath every dismissed mystery lies the same animating force that moves the tides, grows the grass, and beats your heart without needing your belief. Energy. Spirit. Consciousness. Nature. All different names for the same invisible intelligence.

So why does any of this matter?

The conflation of human nature and the human condition is at the root of so much of our suffering. Exhaustion and disconnection are treated as personal failings rather than symptoms of a world that rewards us for abandoning ourselves. Because most people don’t realize there’s a difference between who they are and what they’ve learned to be. In a world that frames self-discovery or spirituality as either luxury or lunacy, it becomes radical to think is the birthright of every human to remember who they are before the world told them what that was.

If you’re here, you are likely on the path back to yourself. Not a journey for the chosen, but a return for the willing. This remembering is about becoming familiar again with the way life moves through you when you stop trying to be acceptable and start allowing yourself to be real. That aliveness is your design speaking. That clarity is your nature resurfacing. Just like the flower that blooms without needing permission, your full expression is the ecosystem remembering itself, through you. You were never meant to become the world’s idea of you. You were meant to become yourself and, in doing so, help the world remember how.