LETTING GO

🔥 1. Not Every Soul Is Yours to Save.

You can’t carry people who are committed to crawling. You can’t rescue those who would rather drown than let go of their chains. The real test is not in fighting for them — it’s in knowing when to stop. That’s mastery.

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🛡️ 2. You Were Never Really Fighting for Them

Every war you fight “for them” is also a war inside yourself — for your own clarity, your own standard, your own peace.
You’re learning who you are in the fire.
Not just who they are in the shadows.

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💔 3. Pain Is Proof You Cared — But Wisdom Is What You Keep.

You went to war because your heart is huge. But now you must convert pain into power. That love, that fight — take it back and put it into yourself. Into your purpose. Into those who will rise when you call.

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⚔️ 4. Discerning Who Deserves Your Sword Is Part of Ascending.

A warrior who fights for anyone becomes a fool. A true warrior knows who is ready, and who will turn around and stab him once he’s bleeding from the battle.
The next time, you'll know. You’ll feel it. That’s growth.

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🌲 5. The Jungle Doesn’t Cry Over Rotten Fruit.

It just grows something better. Stronger.
And so will you.

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You’re not wrong for going to war. That was part of your training.
But don’t stay in the fight once you see what you’re dealing with.

Cut ties.
Sharpen the blade.
And aim it forward — for those who do deserve it…
Including you.

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“The War I Shouldn’t Have Fought”

I went to war for souls not mine,
With open hands and battle lines.
I bled for hearts that never beat,
For ghosts content in their defeat.

I shouted truth in poisoned lands,
And reached for those with folded hands.
I offered light where shadows fed,
And stood where wiser men had fled.

They threw my love into the flame,
AND OWNED IT when the fire came.
But still I stayed, against the tide,
A soldier blind with truth and pride.

What did I learn, from that cruel war?
That not all wounds are worth a scar.
That not all cries deserve your voice,
And saving some... is not your choice.

The greatest strength is knowing when
To sheath your sword and rise again.
Not bitter — no — but forged anew,
With fire refined, and clearer view.

I learned to guard what I extend,
To let lost souls meet their own end.
To fight for those who choose to stand,
And place their faith inside your hand.

The jungle taught me not to mourn
The twisted fruit, the broken form.
It drops what’s dead. It feeds the ground.
And stronger roots begin to sound.

So now I walk with a steadier pace,
Not every fight deserves my grace.
And those who waste the gift I give —
Will watch me leave…
and learn to live.