17/08/2026
I have a confession that will sound strange coming from a man who just spent an entire letter telling you to be delusional, to reach for the impossible, to refuse the comfort of small dreams. Here it is. I am learning to slow down.
Not because my dream shrank. Not because I lost my nerve. But because I have started to understand something Solomon understood long before me.
“To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.”
Ecclesiastes three opens with that sentence for a reason. Even the wisest man who ever lived, a man given wisdom directly from God, still had to submit to timing he did not control.
I finish something significant and for a moment I am genuinely happy. Then the joy leaves faster than I expect it to. My mind is already reaching for the next mountain before I have finished catching my breath on this one. I used to think that restlessness was ambition. Lately I have come to suspect it is impatience wearing ambition’s clothes.
You cannot rush greatness. There is a process to things, and most of us are trying to solve decade old problems in a matter of days, trying to become known before we have become the kind of person who can survive being known. I have watched it happen to others. Sudden platforms handed to people who had not yet built the capacity to carry the weight of them, and the collapse that followed was not because God’s gift was wrong, it was because the vessel was not ready. I do not want to be that man. I would rather be small and sound than large and hollow.
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