It’s curious how silence often turns into shouting the moment their spotlight fades.
They only remember that glowing name when they’re drowning, not in water, but in the deep, bitter pool of their own forgotten relevance.
When the applause dies down and their crowd disperses, you suddenly become the villain in the story they fabricate to feel important.

They scream your name, not out of reverence, but in a desperate bid to stay afloat.
Like broken sailors, they curse the lighthouse, blaming it for the wreckage of a ship they never learned to steer.
Let them thrash. Let them spit. Let them spin.
The loudest splashes always come from vessels going under.

You become the light they hate, not because you blinded them, but because they never built a compass strong enough to sail by themselves.
And when envy, laziness, and bitterness replace effort, slander becomes their only surviving voice.

May grace find them, not to rescue them, but to teach them the discipline of building the shore they were too lazy, too entitled, too envious, and too dishonest to imagine.
Let them learn: the shore doesn’t build itself, and shadows can only dance until the light arrives.

And yes, in the fullness of time, the puppet mastermind behind the curtain of mischief gets caught when the light comes on.
For even shadows cannot hide forever when the rising sun shows up.

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🗓️ August 7, 2025