“The Weight of the Keys”Being boss, it’s all fun and games—until someone hands you the keys.You hold them in your palm. Cold. Heavy. Not made for comfort.That’s when the laughter stops. That’s when you realize: you are now responsible for rooms you didn’t build, debts you didn’t make, and ghosts you didn’t summon.And you’re wear

Walked in, grabbed a coffee. A group of wealthy men laughed—“Let’s ask Mr. Roy, the Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer… he talks to God, right?”They stopped laughing when I said: “A real leader serves. Not to be seen—but to see others.”Let me help you wipe that smirk off your face, genius—because real leaders don’t flex their ti