Brother, I’ve seen men exhaust themselves trying to be exceptional. Not out of joy, but out of fear. Fear that a quiet life is a wasted one. Fear that if they are not praised, they are not worthy. I o
Brother, I know the weight of waking up to the same version of yourself you swore you were done with. Of making plans, setting new standards, drawing lines... and then watching yourself cross them aga
Brother, There’s a kind of fear that doesn’t speak clearly. It just shows up in your body. Your chest gets tight. Your limbs feel shaky. Your head feels light, like you might pass out. You check your