29/05/2026
KNOWN HELL
I used to wonder why people stay
In the same pain
Same circles
Same fights
Same empty conversations every Friday night
Then life sat me down quiet
No music
No crowd
No distraction
And it whispered—
'Because the known hell feels safer than the unknown heaven'
See I know about survival
I know about reading rooms before I read books
Know about silence so loud it shakes your nervous system
Know about smiling while your insides are pacing like a caged dog
Graceful swan on top of the lake
Legs underneath going ten to the dozen
People call it calm
Nah
That’s conditioning cousin
I was raised around alarms
Walking on eggshells becomes an art form after a while
You learn tone
Movement
Breathing
Facial shifts
You learn when someone’s lying before they finish the sentence
That’s why I laugh when people say
“Bro you think too deep”
No
You just learned to survive in comfort
I learned to survive in storms
Different classroom
See I don’t do the fake scripts
“What do you do?”
What kinda question is that?
You asking about my soul
Or my tax bracket?
I say as little as possible
Not because I got nothing to say
But because I wanna meet YOU
Not your costume
Not your rehearsed lines
Not your LinkedIn personality dressed up as spirituality online
Everybody’s selling healing now
Algorithms turned trauma into marketing campaigns
Half these gurus ain’t wise
They just know camera angles
Buzz words
And how to trigger pain
Masculine
Feminine
High vibration
Divine energy
Same recycled soup in a different bowl
And everybody clapping because somebody used soft music and slow motion video
Meanwhile
Real healing looks ugly sometimes
Looks like sitting alone trying not to become the thing that hurt you
I’ve done dirt in my life
I ain’t hiding that
Reactive choices
Survival choices
Some selfish
Some reckless
Some born from living too long with cortisol pumping through my veins like rocket fuel
And the funny thing is
I treat strangers better than I treat myself
Give away my time freely
Help people quietly
Then go home and tear myself to pieces in silence
Ain’t that something?
I can build people
Build systems
Build environments
Built businesses that made millions
Built athletes
Built humans
But behind closed doors I still sometimes feel like that abandoned kid wondering why he wasn’t enough to stay for
That’s the part nobody claps for
They love your strength
Till they see the machinery behind it
People say
“You’re too much sometimes”
Yeah probably
Because my nervous system still thinks peace is temporary
So when I’m laughing loud
Talking fast
Energy high
Understand something—
That ain’t always ego
Sometimes that’s survival finally feeling safe enough to breathe
And I’d rather my people say
“OI enough bro”
Than silently disappear later
I can handle truth
Always could
What I can’t stand is performance
Those rooms where everybody’s measuring each other
Money
Status
Followers
Credentials
Who’s more enlightened than who
Man I’ve sat with millionaires that spoke like mechanics
And mechanics that carried more wisdom than professors
Life taught me real quick
Titles don’t mean depth
And poverty don’t mean failure
I raised six humans
Not perfect humans
REAL humans
Thinkers
Workers
Fighters
Carers
People with backbone and softness together
That’s my legacy
Not likes
Not followers
Not some fake guru page selling wounded people their own pain back with aesthetic fonts
See the world keeps trying to put humans into categories
Good
Bad
Successful
Failure
Masculine
Feminine
Trauma
Healing
But human beings ain’t spreadsheets
We contradictions
We unfinished sentences
We storms learning how not to flood the people we love
And maybe that’s what integrity really is
Not perfection
Not pretending
Not polished speeches
Maybe integrity is being the same person in darkness
That you are in daylight
Even when you hate yourself sometimes
Even when nobody sees the effort
Even when your past still follows you around wearing your old face
Because people really do choose the known hell over the unknown heaven
And maybe…
Just maybe…
Some of us spend our whole lives
Trying to prove heaven exists
Without ever believing we deserve to enter it oursellves
Listen to Known Hell Whisper by do_ob on
I used to wonder why people stay In the same pain Same circles Same fights Same empty conversations every Friday night Then life sat me down quiet No music No crowd No distraction And it whispered—
