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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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Hole-in-one

The amateur dreams of a single shot,
A fleeting glory, a moment caught.
A hole-in-one, their heart’s delight,
A fleeting spark in the endless night.

But the pro walks steady, the game in stride,
No fleeting moment their source of pride.
For in each swing, in every round,
Mastery’s echoes are quietly found.

To play the course, to know its soul,
To conquer each challenge, to claim control.
Prestige is not in a shot that’s rare,
But in the club where their name holds care.

The pro’s heart beats with a steady hum,
Not for a moment, but for what’s to come.
For skill and honor will always last,
More than a fleeting, glorious past.

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