…selling your soul for a handful of silver and calling it “progress.” Most folks spend their lives running toward a horizon that keeps moving, thinking if they just get one more promotion, one more house, or one more piece of shiny plastic, they’ll finally feel like a whole person. It is a slow-leak drought of the soul. You are parched, and you don’t even know it because you’ve been trained to love the taste of dust. The modern lie is simple: it tells you that who you are is waiting for you in the future. But the truth is a lot heavier than that. You aren’t ahead of yourself; you are scattered behind you. You’ve left pieces of your spirit in every town you