Some people never learn.They see what you have—what you bled for—and they think it should be theirs. Not because they earned it. Not because they woke before the sun or buried themselves in the work or carried the weight day after day. But because they want it. And in their minds, that’s enough.They weren’t there when your hands shook from

There is a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from labor. It comes from vigilance — a state of constant readiness, like a soldier in the trenches long after the guns have quieted. You’re not waiting for peace. You’re waiting for the next shot, the next accusation, the next forced explanation for simply existing.They’ve built the world t