prevail with dignity, focus on common wealth, not common enemies; growth should aspire, and I expect the same foundation when I retire.

I’ve suffered, even when it wasn’t my battle… I’m packing away my gift, and I’m running away by horse and saddle; I want to prosper in things I never thought I’d be good at, and sacrifice when it isn’t my turn to receive profit, and be fine with that…

I want to approach my blessings gracefully, making every move lucrative deliberately… I’m surrounding myself around wealth and networks, I want to absorb so much information that it makes my brain hurt…