You step out of your shiny car, trailing with confidence like an exhaust. But something else follows, something unseen, a scent that tells the truth.
A clear embrace of the choice to cater to your car more than your armpits.
I move without motion, and strike without sound.
I strike kings and beggars the same.
Yet the moment you see me clearly, I lose power over you.
What am I?
The truth isβ¦.
β¦I know Iβm the best, I do have an ego, I donβt care much about your thoughts and opinions, I enjoy the pressure, I love money, I love to win and I only fear God.
Thereβs someone making you scream your lungs out to a God that hears your thoughts and knows your heart desires without you even uttering a word. Yet, the real issues arenβt addressed to the ones who need to be addressed by the ones who can address them.
With prayers,God granted his children victory on the battle field,spilling the oppositionβs blood. With prayers and a βspiritual leaderβ,His children left Pharoahβs custody. He didnβt make them disappear from custody and appear somewhere else. They moved. They acted,they fought.
Controlled impulses, controlled time, controlled silence. Force the world to adapt to your momentum. Run fast, walk slow. Grind hard, rest hard. Read deep books, send dumb memes. Pray endlessly. Make friends, destroy threats.
Everyday should contain its own heaven and hell.π₯