One harsh truth?
As a man, your worth is invisible until you produce results.
Nobody gives a damn about your potential.
Nobody claps for your struggle.
Nobody cares that you’re tired, broken, or healing.
You’re loved conditionally.
You’re respected transactionally.
You’re valued only when useful.
You can cry, but not too loud.
You can fail, but not too often.
You can dream, but if you’re still broke?
You’re just another delusional nobody.
So yeah
Work like no one's coming.
Because no one fucking is.