Power is not loud. It doesn’t need to scream or wave its arms to be seen. Real power moves in silence. It’s the steady hand while everyone else shakes. The quiet gaze that makes you question every choice you’ve made to get here. You think power is about strength? Muscle? Force? No. Power is knowing exactly what you’ll do before you’ve thought of it. It’s control—over yourself, over others, and over the story they’ll tell when you leave the room. Look around. The world is cruel, yes, but not...

Power is not loud. It doesn’t need to scream or wave its arms to be seen. Real power moves in silence. It’s the steady hand while everyone else shakes. The quiet gaze that makes you question every choice you’ve made to get here. You think power is about strength? Muscle? Force? No. Power is knowing exactly what you’ll do before you’ve thought of it. It’s control—over yourself, over others, and over the story they’ll tell when you leave the room. Look around. The world is cruel, yes, but not...