The lion does not fight hyenas.
Not out of fear, but out of dignity.
To stoop to their jeers is to betray the power of your own roar.

How can you speak of royal blood
to someone who knows only the taste of carrion?
A hyena does not understand the art of a fair hunt,
does not comprehend the strength that is silent yet commands respect.
Its only victory lies in numbers, not courage.

You guard your territory with calm and certainty,
they attack with noise — chaotic, cowardly.
They do not challenge you because they are strong,
but because your serene presence exposes their despair.

Some souls live in chaos —
they cannot bear your peace.
But you will not defeat them with shouts or fists.
You will defeat them with your presence.

Your calm pains them.
Your silence burns them.
Your boundaries require no explanation — they simply are.

Their mockery is not a weapon,
it is a confession of envy.
They do not seek justice.
They seek only someone to drag into their misery,
so they themselves do not feel quite so low.

But you… you did not come to fight hyenas.
You came to remind them — without words —
that on the savannah, there are only two kinds of beings:

◾ Those who feed on leftovers
◾ And those who write the rules

And you, brother… you write the rules.

True strength is not about reaction,
but about mastery over oneself.
It is not about proving anything to anyone.
It is about being so high,
that even the mud cannot reach you.

https://t.me/OnlyFaithOverFear

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Notes to Readers:

Now, what was I saying about choice and self-mastery? If still confused, review your soul contract. Evolve or devolve. Transcend from within or writhe in the mud.

Eliza