Underneath the echoes of marching bands and pads colliding, somewhere on a dusty field, a bat still cracked through the twilight. Fewer fans. Fewer cheers. But the sound carried—a thread of summer refusing to let go.
Stoicism
Purpose doesn't need attention. What you love, you love—even if no one else is listening.
Daily Takeaway
Let your passion speak in your own voice. It doesn’t need to compete to matter.
Journal Prompt
What do you still care about, even if it’s been drowned out?
How do you keep that part of yourself alive?
Honor the Small.
Respect the Moment.
Trust the Path.
