The Skip in the Record There are days when nothing moves. You work and sweat and push, and nothing changes. You try harder, and it only gets worse. You feel like a man stuck in mud—fighting it only pulls you deeper.When that happens, most men grow bitter. They curse. They lash out. They fight the world like it owes them something.But I learned a

I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin