Disobey

Disobedience isn't just an act—it’s a full-bodied tremor, a pulse of something ancient waking up inside us. It’s the hands that once shook in fear now shaking loose the chains. The body knows rebellion long before the mind catches up; it quivers, it resists, it readies itself to break open.

For generations, we’ve been told to obey—to shrink, to silence our truth, to swallow pain whole. We’ve been socialized into submission, into performing, into carrying trauma that was never ours to bear. But there comes a moment when the body says no more. When what we’ve held in our bones begins to tremble, not with fear, but with the raw, electric charge of change.

Trembling is a primal release, the body’s way of shedding what doesn’t belong. It’s how animals shake off trauma, how the nervous system resets, how we make space for something new. Disobedience isn’t just defiance—it’s healing. It’s the refusal to be ruled by old wounds. It’s a reclamation of breath, of movement, of self.

This kind of disobedience doesn’t just happen within us; it rises collectively. Revolutions don’t begin with certainty—they begin with unrest. With a whisper that turns into a tremor, a tremor that turns into an unstoppable wave. We are living in a time of rupture. The old ways are cracking. The truth is surfacing. The body of the world itself is trembling, demanding something new.

To disobey is to trust that trembling. To let it move through you. To stop performing. To stop hiding. To take up space. To listen to what is unraveling and to step into what is becoming. Disobedience is the gateway to freedom—not just for ourselves, but for the world we are daring to create.