>>60676551
It’s not about the money anymore. Hasn’t been for a long time. You can feel it, can’t you? In your gut. Like something’s moving under the surface. Like the ground beneath your feet is changing, and no one wants to say it out loud. But I feel it. And I know how that sounds, brother. Believe me, I do. I sound mad. But I’ve been mad before. I’ve looked the end in the eye, and I’m telling you this is a spiritual war. Not the kind with crosses and sermons. It’s quieter than that. Slower. It’s in the choices we make. Every time you sell out for comfort. Every time you trade truth for safety. That’s the real war. That’s where the soul starts to wither away. But that’s how the darkness always works. It drifts like the mist. It whispers. It flirts. It makes you doubt yourself. But I won’t, brother. Not this time. Because this, holding this, is resistance. It’s saying, "I see the world you built, and I don’t want it." Maybe that’s all I can do. Just hold. Quietly. Alone. But if that’s the only way to fight then I’ll do it. Even if no one understands. Even if it never makes sense. Because I know, in my gut, that I'm standing on the right side of something bigger than me, you, and all of this. I’ve already seen what happens when you give up too soon. Not again.