You Can’t Force a Flower to Be a Steak: On Nature, Nurture, and the Insanity of Conformity

Let’s get one thing straight, darling: a person’s nature is as personal and unchangeable as their favorite food.

You can’t convince a soul that craves the fiery kick of jerk chicken to find comfort in a bland, unseasoned turkey sandwich. It’s just not in their biology. Trying to force it is a special kind of torture.

Think of your spirit like a flower. A lotus is born to rise from the mud and bloom on the water. A cactus is engineered by a billion years of evolution to thrive in the desert sun. You can throw a cactus in a rainforest and it will rot. You can plant an orchid in the desert and it will wither. Their nature remains, even if their environment tries to kill it.

This is the heart of you: your innate thought process, the friends your soul instinctively calls “family,” the love you’re wired to give. It’s your original software.

No institution, no government, no sadistic little clique with a rulebook written in self-loathing can truly change that. They can make you hide it. They can force you to live in fear, whispering your truths in the dark. But your nature remains. It waits. It hums your song under its breath until it’s safe to sing again.

Trying to force a person’s personal nature to fit some “popular group ideal” isn’t just misguided—it’s insane, inhumane, and abusive. Period.

I’ve learned you don’t win this battle by complaining, pleading, or wallowing in the mess they make.

You win by building. As they try to sabotage and destroy, you lay another brick. You trust the Source of all things—God, Goddess, the Universe, whatever you call that divine, creative force—not another fragile, flawed human, to make your life better. Living for others’ approval is a life sentence in a prison you built yourself. You will always struggle. You will always feel unhappy. The key is in your own pocket.

And let’s be clear about the saboteurs: the purposely ignorant and uncreative will always try to keep you down. Why? Because the act of sabotage is a confession. It’s you admitting, without words, that you see yourself on a lower scale and can’t compete, so you resort to impeding others’ progress. It’s the lowest form of existence.

So, you must—with hips swinging and a smirk on your face—keep on keeping on!

A Blessing for the World:

Goddess God,Bless Africa, North and South America, Asia, the Middle East, Europe. May their people find enlightenment and the courage for self-thinkery.

This is for All Women, Trans folk, the LGBTQ+ family, and all who have been chained down, forced to rely only on their ego—that fearful little voice that keeps you closed off from a better way of living.

And a special word for the oppressed and marginalized, who are held down by a Self-Loathing, Sadistic group of men and their accomplice women (and let’s be real, they come in all self-loathing and treacherous skin tones, not just the lighter ones).

May the oppressor’s offspring discontinue their pathetic illusion of supremacy! And may the oppressed offspring stop putting their oppressors on pedestals.

Let’s be real: claiming superiority while your so-called “inferior” is tied down, gagged, or threatened is hardly the mark of a winner. It’s the mark of a coward. It’s low-frequency, inferior action masquerading as tradition. It’s filth. And it needs to end.

We, as a species, are a walking contradiction. The most intelligent beings on the planet, yet the stupidest, most sheep-like, believing we’re above nature while our actions often sink to the depth of rubbish. We measure intelligence by how well we can parrot someone else’s ideas, memes, and quotes, without forming our own or, Goddess forbid, practicing what we preach.

We use big words or foul language to show our level (or lack thereof—in my case, lol! I own it!). I am not ashamed to make errors or be my gloriously imperfect self. I have a few, real friendships—the ones who tell me to my face the good, the bad, and the ugly so I can choose to grow. The rest? I’m separating from that falsehood today.

We have to stop. Stop the silent complicity. Stop talking behind backs. If you’re offended by what someone else does, look inward—you likely see a reflection of something you hate in yourself.

We have to honor those who gave their lives for change by continuing from where they left off, not by wallowing in the past. We in the West, especially the US, are so entitled we cry over first-world problems while 65% of the world’s population lives in poverty, victims of genocide and degradation. Their lives matter, too. Some of them have to shit in a hole in the ground, and toilet paper is a luxury. Let that humble your ass for a second.

We are ignorant, self-centered hypocrites, desperate to be anyone but our own vulnerable, individual, and strong selves.

But we can change.

We can change by truly loving ourselves. By fixing our own complexes through esoteric, spiritual paths that heal, not religions that condemn. We can learn to listen—not to the story we tell ourselves, but to our true spirit, and have the grace to hear others’ stories without hating them for being different.

This is how we break the cycle. The colonial, patriarchal, master-slave language we repeat is not our culture; it’s a forced indoctrination that continues to poison us.

My motherland was never conquered, but it was betrayed. From 1492 on, we were sold out by the Spanish, the Dutch, the French, the British. Yet, we kept our identity. And now, 129 years later, the same racist, false-superior mindset is trying to rename us, to ethnically cleanse us—the same mindset that whipped people into believing they were no longer their birth-given name but a European one.

I am a human being. You are a human being. We are different breeds of the same species, capable of creating new, beautiful blends. You are not better than me. I am not better than you.

We just are.

So let’s stop this insane dance of going two steps forward and three steps back. It’s time to bloom, unapologetically, in the soil we were meant for.