For almost a decade, this board held the names of the battles I was fighting:
Fear. Inauthenticity. Past failures. The need to explain myself.
I broke it back then… but today I looked at it and realized something powerful:
Just because you broke the board doesn’t mean you’ve killed the pattern.
And I’m done letting old versions of me breathe.
So for the last 31 days of this year, I’m not revisiting these enemies.I’m placing a dagger straight through their heart.No negotiation. No reunion tour. No sentimental nostalgia for the man I used to be. That man is dead.This board is his tombstone.
If you’re a man who knows you’ve made progress but you’ve still got residue… still got a little fear humming in the background… still dimming your authenticity to make other people comfortable… still choking on your past failures like they get to define you—hear me:
This is the month you put the blade in.
Not tomorrow.
Not New Year’s Eve.
Right. Now.
The next version of you is built by the death of the last one.
RAH-KAI.