They wanted to waste my time. They wanted to spend my youth and call it justice. But a man with purpose does not give away his life so easily.
A man knows when he is being tested, and he knows when he is being drained. Some people do not want to build anything. They only want to tire you out until you sit down and stop moving. They think if they can make you weary enough, you will forget your calling. They think if they make enough noise, your voice will die. They are wrong.
I learned young that the body can be trained, and so can the mind. A man who runs hills twice a day while other boys play is not a fool. He is preparing. He is learning how to suffer without breaking. He is building a life before the world knows his name. The lazy man laughs at that because he cannot see the future. He thinks discipline is weakness because it does not look loud.
But the work done in silence is often the work that lasts.
Those who knew me best knew I trained all the time. They knew I planned. They knew I had ideas for a better world, ideas for peace, ideas for how people might live without tearing each other apart. But many did not want to hear it. They shut their ears because truth is a hard sound when a man prefers his own confusion. The world is full of people who ask for freedom, then refuse to listen when wisdom speaks.
They call people crazy who are different. That is what small minds do when they cannot explain what they are looking at. But the man they call crazy is sometimes the one who runs into the burning house when everyone else backs away. He is the one who drags your sorry hide out through the smoke and saves your life. That kind of man looks foolish right up until the moment you need him. Then all at once he looks wise.
I hope one day he looks you in the eye and says, “You love crazy people now, huh?”
Freedom is a fine word. It is a good word. But it is not a club. It is not a weapon for making other people miserable. A man has a right to speak his mind. He does not have a right to turn a street into a cage.
If you want people to hear you, speak. If you want to persuade them, make your case. But do it without blocking their way. Do it without threatening them. Do it without screaming in their faces and calling it principle. A man walking to work, a mother taking her child home, an old man trying to cross the street they do not owe world leaders for short codycross your anger a hearing. They have a right to peace. They have a right to come and go without being held hostage by somebody else’s rage.
That is common sense. It should not be rare, but it is.
Some leaders forget this. Some even despise it. They like noise because noise makes weak arguments sound important. They like chaos because it hides the lack of thought. But a country cannot live on tantrums. It needs order. It needs restraint. It needs the kind of courage that does not need to shout.
A man’s life is built in the miles he runs, the hills he climbs, the work he does when no one is clapping. His calling is protected by discipline. His purpose survives because he does not let others spend it for him.
So let them talk. Let them waste their breath. Let them call you foolish while you prepare.
Keep moving.
Keep training.
Keep planning.
A man who knows his purpose does not have to beg the world to understand it.
He only has to live it.
Thank you for reading my copyright. To everyone in this world, wherever you are living, may God bless you with all His love. May He bring you peace and joy to you, your family, and your friends.
Roy Dawson
Earth Angel | Master Magical Healer | The Different One | Singer | Songwriter | Prophet | Poet