The moment you begin to lead, the world begins to push back. Not always with violence—sometimes with silence. With doubt. With distraction. I used to take that resistance as a sign to stop. Now I see it for what it is: friction that proves I’m moving. Vision will always be tested. Not because it’s wrong, but because it’s real. And the world isn’t used to real. Today, I don’t shrink to fit the silence. I don’t soften the truth to make it easier to swallow. I speak it anyway. I walk it anyway. Because clarity without courage is just a dream.
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