Not all kindness is love. Sometimes it’s a reflex. A way to stay safe by staying small.

Success starts to feel lonely because you lost yourself inside the version everyone else fell in love with

Walk with me for a moment. Dust under your feet. Heat on your skin. The year is 3,000 years ago - Babylon. The marketplace is alive. Merchants shouting. Spices spilling. Coins clinking. Everything has a price. But there, in the corner - a man isn’t selling food, fabric, or jewels. He sells words. “Bow to this god or risk famine.” “Follow this law or risk exile.” “Obey this king or risk death.” Fear was the first currency humans ever learned to obey. No coin. No gold. No silve

Result? Fewer reversals, cleaner communication, and meetings that close on time because bodies feel safe enough to decide.