If my loss activates you more than my presence ever did, you were never here for me — you were here for the illusion of access. My absence exposes what your eyes refused to see: this isn’t a phase, this is my existence.

People sing about greatness with nothing to back it. I live it. Money will only ever be the cherry — the cake is who I am, and you can’t unsee the cake once you’ve tasted abundance.

Money is scarcity dressed up as abundance. True abundance stays, expands, regenerates. Money just behaves like a wig on a chemo patient — unless the soul regrows, it’s still just a wig.

I give freely — respect, love, loyalty — and I take it away just as freely when it’s undervalued. I walk away whole because I actually gave. They walk away empty because they didn’t.

We are not alike. And that’s exactly why I thrive.