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 yo…
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