In the depths of our collective numbness, a truth emerges: We've become unwitting players in an elaborate game of emotional manipulation. Each day, we're bombarded with information designed not to inform, but to inflame – to keep us trapped in a perpetual state of outrage and victimhood. This isn't by accident. Those who benefit from our division have mastered the art of keeping us emotionally distraught, too consumed by our own righteousness to see the bigger picture.

In Jewish Mysticism, or Kabbalah, each letter of the alphabet carries its own energy. When parents name their child, that name holds their essence and the energy they will bring into the world. My parents named me Haia, which means life force. On a Kabbalistic level, it represents the energy that flows through us, making us feel truly alive.