Something has shifted in childhood, and most parents and educators can feel it even if they struggle to name it.

Real eye contact feels rare now. Not absent, just quietly avoided. We still glance at each other, enough to register a face, not enough to stay. Long enough to be polite. Not long enough to be changed.

Desire is one of the few human experiences not fully domesticated by modern life. It is still alive to sensation, responsive and awake to those moments when time seems to slow.

Something is breaking inside the modern man, and he knows it. It’s not dramatic. It’s quiet.

Think about the visuals of a team room at half-time. The scoreboard is close. The air is thick with sweat and adrenaline. The walls hum with tension. The captain stands, not to shout orders, but to remind the group: stay in your role, trust each other, keep the shape.

Let’s be honest: The world is drowning in gurus. Every second ad is some guy in a linen shirt, “living his best life,” flogging a...

Look out the window. It's sunny every day here. It's like manifest destiny. Don't tell me we didn’t make it. We made it! We are here.

Mediocrity. To settle halfway up a difficult mountain. A negotiation between a drive to excel & the biological urge for comfort.

Beyoncé's lyrics ring true to the tone of the day. Who run the world? Girls. And who better at it? Girls.