"Orders from Within" I wake before the sun, not because it’s noble, but because silence is a weapon and I sharpen it alone. Discipline ain't décor, it’s the scaffolding I build my sanity on. No one’s shouting orders here, but the mission’s still live. Move with intent. Watch the terrain, read the room like it’s booby-trapped with old habits and fragile egos. I don’t just show up, I lead. By example, by the weight I carry quietly when no one’s counting. Because the real fight? It ain’t out there, it’s in the choices I repeat when no one’s watching. I scan my day like a war map. Where’s the friction? Where can I maneuver? Plans adapt, people falter, but I stay mobile, mind sharp like a bayonet on borrowed time. Failure don’t rattle me, I debrief it. Turn setbacks into recon. Every scar is intel, every silence a signal. And when the suck comes, I don’t run. I lace up, lean in, and whisper back, “I’ve trained for this.” Because the mission never ends, it just changes names. Father. Leader. Friend. Still me. Still fighting to make every step mean something. And at night, when I hang my armor, I ask myself one thing: “Did I live today like someone worth following?”