It’s almost embarrassing how simple this sentence is, the kind of thing you’d expect on a postcard or a fridge magnet, and yet it contains a truth humanity has spent millennia refusing to learn.
When the love of power dominates, everything becomes externalised; it’s all about control, dominance, hierarchy, territory, money and force. Power becomes something to acquire, to defend, to impose, and in the process we hollow ourselves out. We trade our inner authority for external validation, our wisdom for influence, and in the process we lose our magic.
What we call power today is often nothing more than fear dressed up as strength. The need to dominate arises when we feel disconnected from who we are. The need to control others is born from the inability to govern oneself. The pursuit of power over the world is usually compensation for the loss of power within.
True power doesn’t need armies, surveillance, coercion or endless narratives to sustain it. It resides in clarity, coherence, courage and compassion. It’s the power of someone who cannot be bought, intimidated or divided because they are anchored in their own essence.
The tragedy of our age is not that we lack intelligence or technology, but that we’ve mistaken force for strength and control for mastery. In chasing external power, we’ve sacrificed the very thing that makes us human, our capacity to love without possession, to create without domination, to lead without tyranny.
The question is whether we will mature enough as a species to understand that love is not the opposite of power, it is its highest expression. Until then, we will keep repeating the same cycles, rising civilizations built on domination, collapsing under the weight of their own emptiness.
Real lasting peace was never going to come from winning, it was always going to come from remembering who we are and where our power truly lies.
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