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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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It Is OK To Hate The Struggle

Why must the path to coins feel steep,  
A climb through shadows, a lack of sleep?  
Why does each note demand my pain,  
Like life’s a storm, and I the rain?  

The world spins on a wheel of trade,  
Where effort's weight and dreams are weighed.  
Yet oft it feels, to earn our keep,  
We give too much, the toll cuts deep.  

But pause—does struggle shape the soul,  
Carve out the diamond, make it whole?  
Or does the world, in its design,  
Blind us to joy while chasing time?  

Perhaps the answer’s not to flee,  
But shift the lens through which we see.  
For coins, though cold, can’t cage the light,  
That fuels the heart and grants us flight.  

So suffer, yes, but not in vain,  
Each step builds bridges, softens chains.  
And when you pause to count your share,  
You’ll find your worth was always there.

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